Everything has a bar code on because it’s an easier way to keep inventory and I even have a bar code but if you’re lucky you haven’t been “coded” yet. Have you ever seen the movie Solient Green? The Soilents or “food” for people came in different colors, fruits were orange, vegetables were yellow ect.
Soilent Green was made of all the people that had died and then fed to the living. Why am I even talking about this? Because that movie people were “coded” under their skin with a chip I think. When you go to the hospital you’re “coded”, everything you purchase is “coded”.
I know all of you are wondering what in the hell does this have to do with life? I was “coded” when I went to jail for two weeks. Had my own pretty wrist band with information about me and a lovely picture of myself without a shower for four days.
For those of you that are new followers, let me fill in a few blanks for you. My dad passed in January and the woman that lived with him has refused to hand over heirlooms from my family to myself and my sister. My dad had no one but us, we are his legal relatives, she is not.
When someone passes with or without a will paperwork has to be filed with the probate courts unless there is a trust. I got the paperwork, went into my dad’s house and got arrested on a felony charge. Yes, this is going to court and yes I am suing the police department.
My dad had a will and a trust and the cops refused to acknowledge my paperwork. They were pissed when they asked me if I thought they knew what they were doing and my answer was “no”. The probate judge is well versed where they were not and as cops go, they were the typical “asshole in control”.
They put the handcuffs on so tight I had no feeling in my thumb for like six weeks. They try to feed this shit from a vending machine and they are very uncomfortable around women prisoners. Everytime the came to talk to me I went over and peed, this was so embarrassing for them, not me though.
I figure it this way, the body is beautiful, and the body is a well oiled machine and food and liquids must be processed and eliminated. Why not make them feel uncomfortable? LOL, when you have kids you lose all modesty and I used that to my advantage.
I was arraigned over the tv and then hauled off to the county jail because I couldn’t remember anyone’s phone number to call. I have had two mini strokes and when under stress I can’t remember shit, hell I can’t remember shit anyway.
I’m such a criminal, they handcuffs my ankles as well and off the country we went. The thing about the county jail is the county doesn’t have any money and you do not get what you are entitled to, food, medical, ect. You are strip searched, clothes/belongings labeled and treated like cattle.
You want to stick your finger up my ass, fine have at and I wondered if the guard wasn’t enjoying my strip search just a little bit much. I don’t care how much you like ass, an ass that hasn’t been washed in days is one stinky ass. She actually lifted up my boobs to see if I was hiding drugs, lmao. I had on a tank top and some shorts and that was it, so it took no time for me to be done with the process.
I was the “grandma” on my block as everyone else was very young and all busted for drugs. Everyone is either a lawyer or a liar and the new kids always asking questions about what happens next, like I was a “lifer” or something.
I held some of these girls as they cried like babies and I tried to enlighten them on why they were there. I explained that this was their time to clean out the trash in their lives and start fresh but of course who wants to pay for their dirty deeds?
I have wondered about many things that have happened in my life that I did not feel was good for me, but then Bob lost his leg and things became quite clear. Yes, it was horrific he lost his leg, his job, benefits,ect but then when you look at the entire picture you see many colors of life. Yes there is black and that represents the anger we felt and then the colors turned into such beauty as the truth was revealed to me.
You cannot move forward in life unless you do some seriously cleaning and that is what happened. He lost his leg but we benefited in the end. If you look at every negative thing that has ever happened to your life you will find there is a positive that follows in time.
I have been in jail several times in the last four years but not once in my youth and I am finding that the economy has made people do things they normally would not do at my age. There are more and more people my age into drugs and stealing and it seems to be the way of this world.
The one thing I do think about is Bob dying and how I will eventually be with the person I am suppose to be with. I think I was suppose to be with Bob for specific reasons and now it’s time for me to find my “love” and enjoy the remainder of my life.