Jail

One of my volleyball buddies went on jury duty in Compton.

Part of the selection involved questions about whether or not people had issues with police. It turned out that a whole lot did. It was interesting to hear him talk about the percentages of folks who had been in  jail, had fathers in jail, boyfriends in jail, cousins in jail, friends and neighbors in jail.

I spent about 90 minutes in jail on a traffic warrant back in 85 or so. I was in my own cage while my friend gathered $177. Other than that, I've had no reason to go. Not to visit, not out of curiosity. I consider myself streetwise but I have no more patience with The Element than I ever had. I'm probably less forgiving and less afraid than the average No Jail Joe.