Brooklyn Central Booking

OK, I cannot put off any longer dealing with my addiction, jail, and recovery...not all in that order, on any given day. Please understand how very hard it is for me to go into detail on this topic. I will try to be as honest, and as truthful as I can. We will be on this topic for many days, or as long as it takes me to tell my story.

I have PROMISED to tell that story, and I will. I will start today. I have told the story about my first DUI, which was not..it was a driving while impaired. I was visiting a best friend of mine that I had lived with for 4 years.  I lost my phone under my brake...went to grab it and hit 2 cars. I was under the legal limit. I spent 2 nights in Brooklyn "Central Booking". I know you have all seen "Law and Order".Pretty much like it looks on TV.  If ya ever had to spend a night in jail, Ya never wanted to spend it there.

There were two holding cells for women. There were about 20-25 women in each holding cell. The holding cell was about 20x20. It smelled, It was nasty, it was so scary..especially from a woman from Northern, WI. I know that I have spoken about this before, but I felt I needed a brief recap. Something that I forgot to include..was the fact that I was in the holding cell with, a few women that held up a store by gun point, another three or four that tried to stab their boyfriend(s), several others for prostitution, and a few for attempted murder...just to name a few. I was so afraid. I was dumped into the cell. There were a few 1/2 inch thik mats...not enough to go around for everyone...maybe like 15 or so. 1 toilet for the cell, of 25 girls. I had the only spot left to lie down..if front of the toilet. I had no mat at first...I did get a mat 15 hours later. I was still front and center of the only potty for 25 girls. Some of then smelled so bad when peeing, that some of the more well seasoned girls would bitch, "What the fuck crawled up into you pussy?, You need to wash that shit," and many just said"EWEEEE"!

 I wanted to just lay down and cry, but for some reason, I KNEW I could show no fear, or at least as little as I could. I heard, "Hey white girl..why u here"? I responed, "DUI". The most amazing, the most insane thing to me was that after I said DUI... Thsese, killers, robbers, prostitutes...said, "What ya thinkin' bitch...r u fuckin' crazy...damn...how stupid are you"?  I must say comming from THEM, I felt pretty stupid.


It is odd when people I would have judged so harshly in the past were now judging ME. I will never forget those words, or that experience. I have mentioned in previous postings, that some very awesome very large black woman protected me for almost a day and a half. She told the rest to, "Leave her alone...she is not like US". I wish I knew her name....I would like to thank her. Ya see, at that time I didn't think I was like THEM, I had the job, the clothes, the jewlery. Hell, I was waiting to be arrainged before Satudary night so I would be able to go receive top sales person award on Monday. Clearly, I must have been more important then than THEM. I now get that I was NOT. I am just the same...I am just as important as they are!

The other women's holding cell was right across the way. It held as many, if not more women. There was one gross sink between the cells. It looked a bit like the common laundry sink ya might use in a multi-unit apartment unit, in the basement ya hated to go down to...ya know with the webs, and all of the other apartment units crap was stored. Like ya would go do laundry there because it was in your building, but it was really creepy and gross...like that.

We were all given a cup to get water. One cup, one cup only. If ya didn't know the ropes, and sent your cup back on the food tray(I uses the term "food" very liberally) ...ya had no cup. The sad part was that unless a woman from the other side turned on the water for you, ya could not get water. Ya could not reach the spout and turn on the water at the same side. We had to turn on the water for the other cell, and visa versa. The bad part was there was only either a hot, or cold that either cell could reach. Sometiomes, some of the women were so broken, they would not even flip the foscet. I think they wanted to die.

I did get arrainged, the last person on Saturday, at 11:55pm: I was grateful. I had a great friend waiting for me in court to pick me up. I was able to go receive my 'TOP SALSEMAN" award on Monday. I SWORE I would never be in that place again. Well I was never in Brooklyn Central Booking again...I have spent more than 2 nights in jail...more on that to come...

I will expand more on that tomorrow....I think that is about enough for today.