The Nitty Gritty

It's probably a little after midnight now and I can't sleep. You see, there are no clocks in jail, so I had no idea we were about to do "last count " to go to bed. I had a cup of coffee which is unusual for me, and coffee in jail is like Meth. So yeah, I will probably finish the book I started last night, after I write a little bit more.

I promised to get into a little history of what led to me being in jail again. This is my third time, and sadly each visit has been for the same reason. Drugs. I have a serious drug and alcohol problem. I used to not think so, but I do. I used to quote Keith Richards in saying "I don't have a drug problem, I have a police problem." But the truth is I have both.

My substance abuse problem became a legal matter on Christmas Eve 2005. I had been working as a security guard at a luxury apartment complex where I was making money hand over fist selling and using marijuana and cocaine. Not to get into too many details, let me just say A LOT.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Anyway, to keep it brief, I ended up getting arrested on Christmas eve for felony possession of controlled substance with intent to sell. I was in deep s#@t! Wait, I should say deep crap because my mom does read this, whatever, too late.
Anyway, by the grace of God I was released on Christmas day in the afternoon, and came home to find only my presents left under the tree.
I fought long and hard in court for over a year and finally got my sentence down to 90 days in jail and 3 years probation. Which seemed crazy at the time but was actually a pretty sweet deal for what I had done. I even applied for house arrest! Oh, let me backtrack a bit. I had stopped dealing drugs and was working full time but was still using drugs like crazy. I met for the first time with the woman who would change my life forever and who I would come to fear and respect. My probation officer, who shall remain nameless because she still pretty much owns me! Being the heavy drug user I was at the time, I of course tested positive for an array of narcotics upon our first meeting. So upon our second meeting, she informed me I would not be getting house arrest, I would not pass GO or collect $200, I would go straight to jail. And I did.

There I was, a 21-year-old white kid raised in the church by two loving Christian parents, now a convicted felon/drug dealer and registered drug offender.To speed things up a bit, I spent just two weeks in jail and was released on County Work Program. Messed that up after a month by continuing to use drugs and got sent back to jail for a few more weeks. That is when I decided to get serious about my life (kinda) and go to NA meetings, and stay clean. And I did. Which is when things started to get interesting. But that is another story for another time. Stay tuned. I am in jail now with nothing but time on my hands, so I will continue the story later. Right now I have to go use the restroom in front of a bunch of dudes and then try and get some sleep. New entry coming soon. This is Jordan in jail, signing off.