have you ever been to jail? if so tell me a story?

Answer 1

Yea, 4or 5 times for a day or two each time.Nothing to be scared of,Just a bunch of dudes in jail for doing something stupid.
If your fixin to go,be cool,mind your own buisness,dont snitch,dont take no sh*t,do your time and get the hell out of there.

Answer 2

Hi Pdub,
About the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B. and began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle.
OK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn’t know his name but everyone called him, “Angel,” and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence.
I finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn’t hear of it. He said, “You ain’ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do.” If that wasn’t enough to persuade me to stay he added, “See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista.”
So, I told Angel about my sister, how she’d been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, “See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won’t be any pain.”
Pdub, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. As I finished, I told him I only wanted to get out. The chief replied smug and self assured, as he drawled, “Well ok, we’ll try to hep ya.”
A few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice that no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of some S.W.A.T. team members scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police entered the street with a posse of paddy wagons. They drew their service weapons on me while a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, “Angel’s gone, the fat guy’s gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you’re going to join them.“
The whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,...
You probably didn’t read this far, did you?
Zach

Answer 3

I've been a couple of different times to visit someone who was there. One of the times I went, the guard asked for my p.i.n. number. I didn't know what that was (as it referred to visiting someone). So, I couldn't visit that day. Turned out, I had to be on a list of people who could visit that person. Later, she put me on that list. So... I went and visited her on a different day. That's my story.
And I'm stickin' to it. :-)

**edit: I just read all of Zach's story. LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!! He get's my vote for Best Story!!!!

Answer 4

yeah went once i was with my best friend and her male friend had been drinking well we were in town walking and a trooper drove by and saw us and we got arrested. well i was so drunk i don't remember most of it but i do remember i was not searched and i had my cigs and lighter in my overalls so we smoked and talked through the vents at the male friend until my friend got us out. it wasn't all bad but i was scared i think if i hadn't been so drunk i would have been having panic attacks i have not gone back since

Answer 5

We all heard about the man to man stories.

Answer 6

been there to visit clients or friends not a nice place to visit and i wouldnt want to live there. when that door slams behind you its scary