Zaranne's Journal: Back from Jail...where the hell was Elvis?!?

Okay, so I spent the requisite (as my court papers go) 48 hours in jail. Wow. What a wierd place to be. Not so bad, though the food totally sucked. Can't say too much bad, hanging with Mexicans and white trash, which I am of the latter. Strange, the whole place looked like an Elvis movie.

I met quite a few girls that seemed to be okay, but if I was in Los Angeles...knowing that I was leaving...I would have gotten the crap kicked out of me. So, these girls were actually cool. Not necessarily nice, but cool. We all kinda had our place in there. Some of us were moms, so we were able to counsel the "preggies" or thought to be "preggies". Hey, at least I had something I could talk about.

Finding out I was 42 instead of the "30 something" everyone thought I was, helped. They all wanted to know my "secret". Yea. Secret. Get into drugs early...as the Sex Pistols once said, "Die young, leave a good looking corpse." I don't plan to die young but, dammit, I'm gonna leave a hellava good looking corpse...