So when I was moved here from the
ninth floor in general population, they gave me the last remaining
bunk in a four-man cell. There are ten four-man cells in the unit.
The other three guys in my cell are four months into their program.
They're all here for OWIs too. I get along with them pretty well
since they're all in their late 40's or early 50's, so they're more
laid back than the majority of the younger guys I've been locked up
in the past. They all warned me that the Social Worker that runs my
group will be swamping me with tons of work. I have to keep
reminding myself everyday that when I finish the program I'll be
going home to my loving family all that much sooner.
I'm trying to take advantage of every
aspect the program has to offer. Especially when it comes to
re-entering society. I'll need all the help I can get to find a job
and work out transportation as well. I just hope the pieces of my
life start to fit back together soon.
Until later...
~J. Doe
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