My story (legal documentation)

[Hawaiian Haze]

Ok guys. This is going to be a long, but very intriguing read.

It all started about October 18th. I had been smoking in my room when my mom came home. She smelled it and immediately started arguing. She has caught me before and at the very least wanted me to keep it out of her house. Needless to say, I know this was my mistake. I shouldn't have done it in my room, especially before she came home....

Anyways, as the discussion escalates, she decides to call the police. This isn't the first time she'd done this. But it was the first time she had done it with proper cause.

About 3.5 mintues later, the local police show up at my house. They start by talking with my mom and asking her questions in a separate room. Then they want to talk with me. They ask me if I had been smoking and I politely replied "no". They then asked if they would find anything illegal in my room; to which I again replied "no". I was very "hi" if you will at the time, and did not do much to stop them from going in. I sat in the room adjacent to my room while they ransacked all of my belongings.

A police officer comes out of my room holding my beloved pipe. We had been through so much together. Anyways, he finds nothing but my pipe, which has a bowl full of pure cinder. He asks me what it is, and I reply, it's a pipe. And then he goes to the trunk of his car to retrieve a test kit. Again, this seems like a lot to put a Marijuana offender through, but it WAS in my mother's house.

So he comes back inside and scrapes the ash out of the pipe...and tests it. I could help but laugh, sober or not, it was just a blatent example of the unprofessionalism my local county displays. After placing the ash in the testing bag, he shakes it up and walks back to me. He says, now if this turns "purple", then I know it's marijuana. It barely was a color at all, more of a black liquid. But he said it was sufficient enough, and I was already exhausted from the argument with my mom that I didn't see the need in denying it.

So he writes me a form stating that I was being charged with possesion, not of paraphanellia, but marijuana. Then the police officer leaves along with his partner. But not before educating me on the harmless effects marijuana can cause on an adolescent brain.

30 mintues later, I was starting to feel like shit. So I decided to smoke again. Yes, I know this was stupid as well, but at that point I couldn't figure why I shouldn't. I was practially blaming my mom for my charges and didn't care what happened. So I went into this little shed connected to my house.

I lit up and just puffed my anger away. Not to escape, but rather cope. Then about ten mintues into my session, I hear a knock at the door. It is my mom. I just ignore her and laugh on the inside while she stands there trying to open the locked door. The shed was full of smoke too, so I knew she knew what I was doing.

Then after 5 mintues of her trying to get in, I hear a car pull into the driveway. Turns out, it's the same police officers that were there no less than an hour ago. So they come up to my mom and ask where I was at. She told them that she thought I was in the shed smoking again. Which, I was.

The police officer asks me to open the door. I figure it'd just be best to not say anything. I admit, i did start to panic at first, but told myself to just calm down and everything would be ok. But to my dismay, the police officer pries open the door with some tool. It cracks open about a half inch and I hear him ask my mom if it is ok if he looks inside. Then he finds me sitting there with my little pipe in my hand.

The first thing he says to me is, "wheres the weed?" like he was expecting to find some copious amount of bud. I point to a little .25g bag and walk outside. He tells me to sit down on the ground, which I reply with "Sorry, but it's cold out here, I'm going to go inside" And then do.

He gives me another speech then about marijuana and as well as another charge. By this point, all I want to do is go to sleep. Two charges in one night is not what I was expecting two days before my 18th birthday.

About a month goes by and I don't hear anything about my charges. I get a letter in the mail assigning my court date and arraignment date.

Flash forward to my arraignment date. I'm sitting in the court room waiting to be called to the stand. Both my parents are with me. When it's my turn, I stand up and walk to the judge with my mom and dad. He goes through his words and then tells me I will have to take weekly drug tests and comply with a "mental evaluation". Then he asks my parents if they would like to have anything done.

My dad, who does not live with me, then says "is it possible to give him a curfew?" and the judge goes right ahead and does just that. I believe it was 7pm. Then, the arraignment is adjourned and I receive my papers.

Two weeks later, I'm sitting in my environmental science class; attending school (like I was told by the courts to do), haven't smoked since being caught, and trying to focus on my work. But the school administrator comes to my class and asks the teacher for me. I wasn't sure what exactly was happening. But she then takes me to the athletic trainers room where two police officers are waiting for me. They say they have a "detention order" for me, to which they don't have any proof might I add or give any reason. They just search me, after I tell them I would not consent and put me in handcuffs.

So in less than ten mintues, I went from being a student to a criminal. And I was given no reason at all.

The police officer takes me to the court house and puts me in the holding cell, again without telling me why I was being arrested. I wasn't given a phone call and missed lunch. This is about 11:00 in the morning fyi.

I was told by the bailiff that my meeting would not be until 2:00AM. I couldn't comprehend why they would arrest me 3 hours before my meeting so that I would have to sit in a cell not knowing what was going on.

2:00 comes and I come to find out my mom wouldn't be able to make it until 3:00. So I have to wait another hour. Then when the time finally comes for me to be let out, I step into the court room to find the district attorney, my mom, and several police officers. I sit down and wait to hear what this was all about.

The judge starts off by saying how I had violated my court ordered curfew the previous friday. He said that he had a court employee come to my house and knock on my door to see if I was home. I did not answer, so they assumed I was not at home.

Again, to their ignorance, I was actually in bed asleep. I was sick and trying to rest. They did not call me nor tell me before being arrested what had happened.

So I told the judge, very politely, that my mom was out of town as was my brother and that I was in fact in bed asleep when the employee must have came. I told him that both my mom and brother could vouch this for me. He said he didn't need vouching.

The judge then gives me two options, either I go to jail until my court date or I be given an electronic ankle monitor to keep track of my location at all times. I did not deserve either, as I HAD NOT violated my curfew and did make known to the judge, but aggreed to the monitor as I would never want to go to jail. Especially for the bullshit misconduct the charging officers showed.

I don't leave the courthouse until about 5:00AM that night, without eating since breakfest. I was hungry, tired, and already annoyed at the enourmous piece of metal wrapped around my ankle. I had to sign several forms of release as well.

The next day, I wake up and go to school, hoping to not have to go through what I did the day before. I go to my first class, wearing pants, trying to conceal whatever I could and instantly start to hear rumors about what happened.

Apparently, I had gotten "sent up the river for selling ecstacy pills". Got to love high school. Then during my 3rd class, I get a call to the office. A court employee is waiting for me to replace the battery on my monitor. He takes off the monitor and removes the existing battery. I carefully watch him and notice him put the new battery in. But before he does, he ties a copper wire around it. I knew that what he was doing was wrong. But figured I might as well not start any more trouble. He puts the monitor back on and I go back to class and finish the day.

That night, I begin to experience some trouble with the monitor. It starts by getting extremely hot on my ankle. Just to mention, I have played football almost my entire life and had gotten a compound sprain on that ankle the season before. Anyways, I manage to fall asleep that night but am awoken to a shooting pain in my ankle from the monitor. It was actually shocking me. I adjust it as best I can and fall back asleep an hour later.

The next day, I wake up and my ankle is completely swollen and sore. I think I was tossing in my sleep from it. I really wanted to smoke, as I knew that would help. But couldn't, as I was budless and freedomless. Which I guess was helping my cause.

Throughout the day, I experience the same trouble as I had the night before. The monitor would get EXTREMELY hot and shock me. I thought it may have been from the way the employee had tampered with it the day before.

I went to sleep that night without any problems and woke up just fine. But it started acting up around noon the next day. Then when I came home, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like my whole body was being electrocuted. It was very similar to one of those prank lighters that shock you when you try to ignite it.

I decided to cut the band around my ankle. After doing so, I went back to sleep, not feeling well at all.

I wake up, three hours later, to police officers at my bedroom door. They open it and tell me they have another "detention order" for my arrest. I ask for proof AGAIN this time and they say they do not have any. I tell them that without proof of warrant they will have to leave my house. They refused and put me in a pretty painful hold, then put me in handcuffs. I didn't resist, I just had to take it while my mom stood there and watched the whole thing.

They take me out to the police car and put me in it. I tell him what he is doing is illegal and that I want to speak to a lawyer and a doctor. He tells me that he was going to take me jail. I couldn't believe what was happening.

I get to the jail and am processed, still not being shown any proof of warrant. And ask for a phone call, to which I am denied.

Now, my family has a history of cardio vascular (hear) problems. My grandfather died of a heart attack before I was born and my grandmother was recently hospitalized for heart malfunction. I have also been diagnosed with heart problems, specifically having an 'enlarged hear'. I experience chest pain from time to time and began to feel a very tight sensation in my chest. I'm a fairly big person, 225 lbs. 6'3".

I ask to see a doctor, as I had done with the police officer before being put in my cell but am told that I would have to "shut up and wait". Two hours go by of me constantly telling them I was in chronic pain before the nurse sees me for my routine health test and Turb. innoculation.

I tell him what I am experiencing and give him all of my insurance information. He then gives me an injection before checking any of my vitals and tells me I would have to sign a form of release before I could get anymore medical attention. I do so willingly in hopes of being seen by a real doctor.

I'm sent back to my cell with no more than a simple "sorry". Still in pain. I then began asking for my phone call. Also which I am denied. A guard comes to my cell and gives me the inmate garments I would be wearing while staying there. All this, not to mention still not being shown any proof of the so called "dentention order".

The guard takes me to another cell, one further into the jail and tells me to go to sleep. Another man is in there sleeping and I do my best to try and do the same.

I wake up the next morning experiencing the worst chest pain of my life. It felt like my heart was about to burst. I figured it was from all the stress. I crawled out of the top bunk and made my way to the emergency black box console that is in ever cell. I pressed the button and waited for a reply. A woman asks what I needed and I told her I was in severe pain and needed a doctor immediately.

20 mintues go by and I fade in and out of consiosness. Then a guard comes to my door and asks me what was wrong. I was awake at the time and getting rather angry. I told him that my chest was hurting again and that I needed to see a doctor. He told me that the doctor would not be in for another hour or so. I then told him that it was an emergency and he needed to get someone.

He left and came back another twenty mintues later with the same nurse that gave me my injection. By that point the pain was so bad, I was on the floor practically curled in a ball. The nurse took me out of my cell and asked me what was happening. I told him what I had told him the night before and demanded to see a doctor. He told me that the doctor would not be in for a little longer, to which I replied "then call one".

He then told me to go back to my cell and wait as he couldn't find anything wrong with me. I'm not afraid to admit, I had tears coming from my eyes by now from the adrenaline I guess. I went back to bed and passed out.

When I woke up, it was lunch time. I didn't feel like eating nor did I feel any better. I pressed the button on the emergency console again and waited for a reply. It was the same woman, she was starting to get angry with me.

I told her that she needed to get me a doctor right away and that I wanted my phone call immediately. She said that I would not be allowed to see the doctor and that if I kept pressing the button my phone privelages would be revoked. I tried to argue with her, but as an inmate, your rights are limited. I continued to press the button for the next hour repeatedly. I was so out of it, I didn't really know what I was doing.

She came back on the speaker and told me that my console was being turned off, which I knew was also illegal, as I had read it in the inmate handbook they had given me. The rules stated that no inmate would be denied medical attention or emergency service. Both of which I was not given.

After an hour or so of pressing the button over and over, I decide there isn't much to be done. I go back to sleep until about 10:00AM. This time I wake up and my chest had not improved at all. It had been over 24 hours since I had arrived and I had not been given my phone call or seen a doctor.

I decided this was it, I went to the button and pressed it again. I told the woman that if she did not get me a doctor or my phone call that I would be....whats the word...."legally inclined to contact some other authority". I didn't know wtf I was saying. I hadn't eaten in a day and was beyond nourished. She didn't say anything back and I continued to talk into the speaker, giving my name, SS#, and going through the directory of contacts found in the handbook. I did this for hours before finally passing out in bed again.

I slept all the way until 2:00AM the next day. I woke up, still feeling miserable, and still had not eaten. A guard was at my door and he was there to move me to another cell. I asked him if I could have my phone call and he said that I would be able to make calls once I was moved to the new unit.

My new cell was in a more open area this time. The previous one had been in a small hallway, somewhat like solitude, but this one had a commons area with telephones. I couldn't believe what was happening, just a week ago I had been learning polymorphic species and their impact on different ecosystems, and now I was an inmate.

My cell was already full with two people in it, so I had to sleep on the floor. I didn't mind as much as I did being neglected my medical attention. I went to sleep and didn't wake up until the morning. I'd like to say, I still had not been able to eat yet due to my chest.

When I awoke, I asked the jail employee (they had both police and employees there) how I would go about seeing the doctor. They told me that I wouldn't be able to see the doctor and "maybe if I had kept my ankle monitor on, I wouldn't be in there". I made sure to thank them for such good advice....

Anyways, the next few days went on about the same. I didn't eat or drink anything and began to have problems urinating. My inmates got very "upset" with me as I had would repeatedly press the button on the emergency console in the cell into the night.

On the third night, I vommited myself to unconciousness. I was begining to wonder if I was going to die.

Waking up the next day, an employee told me I was going to see the doctor. By this day, I had made a phone call, but only so by an inmate that was kind enough to do so for me. My phone account had been disconnected for some reason. I decided to call my mom and tell here what was happening. I told her that she needed to call my cardiologist and that I was having a medical emergency. I didn't stop think she was partly the reason why I was there. I didn't care though at that point.

When I got to the doctor, I felt completely horrible. I had never been so sick in my life. The only taste in my mouth was that of vomit and blood. After sitting down in a chair, when I stood up I would get extremely light headed. Shit was just bad.

He ran some tests on me and said that he noticed an abnormality on my cardio vascular readings. I told him that I had a family and personal history of heart problems, experienced symptoms of PTSD, and needed to see my licensed Cardiologist. He told me that he would like to keep checking up on my over the next few weeks. This didn't help me at all. One, because it meant I was going to be in jail for at least a few more weeks, and two, because he hadn't helped me at all in the first place. I told him that I could not eat or drink anything and that it had been 4 days since I had.

Walking back to my cell, somwhere along the line I lost conciousness. All I can remember is hitting my head and then tasting blood. I woke up some time later in the Emergency Room hooked up to an IV, had a cathoder, and a heart monitor. The first thing I did was look for the note I had written documenting the entire situation. But it was not in my pocket. It had the times and descriptions of everything I had experienced.

I was feeling better due to the IV and much more suitable medical attention. But I was handcuffed to the bed by my arms and legs. I felt like I was in some kind of pysch ward. Which, I guess I was. It was the neurology wing of the hospital. Apparantly, I had bitten my tounge so hard when I had fallen that I had taken a chunk out of it. This usually only happens when someone gets a severe head injury. They had given me a cat scan and ran some other tests while I was out of it.

My head was splitting the vision in my right eye was blurred. I just laid there noticing the two armed guards in my room. I pressed the nurse button and then a woman came in. I asked her what was happening. She told me that I was waiting to be seen by the doctor and that I would have to wait before anthing else could be done. I thanked her and went back to sleep.

I woke up some hours later to the neurologist, he gave me a survey of questions to test my cognative ability. And then said he wanted to run some more tests. He wanted an EEG, an ultra sound of my heart, and x-rays. After that, he left the room and I watched TV for a few minutes.

It was getting impossibly hard for me to comprehend all that I had been through during the past week. I tried to recollect my thoughts and came to the conclusion that my health problems stemmed from the malfunctioning ankle monitor.

Over the next few days, I went from test to test. Staying in bed the whole time, urinating through a tube. I didn't have to deficate because I had eaten anything. It was horrible. On about the 3rd day I was there, I met with the cardiologist. I told him about the ankle monitor and my heart problems. He said that other than an elevated heart rate he couldn't find anything wrong with me. This is not what I wanted to hear. As for the other results, it would be several more days before anything would be clear.

It just so happened that this was the day before thanksgiving that I was sent back to jail. I was moved to the medical wing in a 4x10 cell with no windows. I then stayed there for the next 8 days, not seeing a second of sun light or being able to make a phone call. By this time though, my pain had subsided and I was able to eat food and urinate without problem.

I slowly regained health until being released. My mom came to pick me up and told me that I was court ordered to be admitted to rehab. REHAB! The hardest drug I had ever done was smoke marijuana. I had done a large amount of research on the drug and knew that it could not be physically addicting. But I was just so happy to be out of jail that I agreed to go. Either way, the "courts" told me I had too.

So I go home and pack my bags. I go out and buy all my supplies for the next 30 days that I was to be there. I got a pack of ciggarrets, oh god, it was like smoking jesus's breath...sorry, they were just very relaxing.

So I get to the rehab place that day and am put through the detox unit. I know that detox is part of every rehab facility, but they treated me like I was on heroin laced with crack that I injected into my anus. It was ridiculous. I filled out stacks of paper upon paper on stupid logistical bullshit. But I did so without complaining.

The detox unit had the worst of the worst in it. People that had been so fucked up on drugs they couldn't walk normally anymore. One man offered me 5 million dollars to shoot him in the head right there. I declined, and started to feel sick.

After leaving the detox unit I was put in a room with a roomate. His name was Jason. He was a cool dude. A skateboarder/snowboarder. One of those extreme sprorts type guys. He had done drugs though, and kind of had a cocaine addicts temper. I didn't mind him much.

Not even a day into being there, someone had broken into my room and stolen my ciggarretes and towels. I could tell it wasn't going to be a fun time.

The program basically went like this.

1. Walk around aimlessly until one of the workers came on the intercom announcing a meeting or a meal (the employees were actually people that had completed the program, so they were all junkies too. This meant that meetings would be called at random, usually after they had gotten high, and meals usually skipped)
2. Arrive at the meeting and listen to them talk about their addiction problems.
3. Eat, listen to the addicts withdrawl, leave..

The only good part about the whole entire thing, was going outside to smoke ciggarretes. Some of the people were actually really nice, and just needed some type of fix to become sociable. But I made sure not to get too frriendly, I had no idea who had stolen my things or what else they would do.

After being there a week, an employee from the courts came to "counsel me". I started to tell him some things that I can't put here and he considered me crazy. He said that he wanted me to be admitted to the hospital. Which I knew was to try and cover the jails ass for the royal fuck up they had done.

Well, I get to the hospital, in perfect health, and am sitting in a bed hooked up to my 4th IV that month. Then, I hear a woman crying and see a man being wheeled in gushing blood all over the floor. I think, great, this is just fucking great. Now I have to see this shit.

Twenty minutes later, I hear the same woman screaming. I then learned that the man on the strechter was her son and that he had been shot. He had also died.

So, this "rehab" facility had someone offer me money to kill him, and THEN sent me to the hospital for no reason where I watched someone I didn't even know die. I don't think things could have gotten much worse.

When I got back to rehab, I was furious. I went straight to the person in charge and blew my mouth off. After about an hour or so of arguing and threating to press legal consequences, I was allowed to return home. My mom came and picked me up and drove me home.

It just so happened that it was a saturday, and the next two weeks I would be off from school due to winter break. Yes, they had actually scheduled me to be in rehab for christmas.

After winter break was over, I went back to school. It was so surreal to see people my age again. They all acted like they had no idea the hell I had just been put through, which I suppose they didn't.

Not halfway through my first class, I was called to the guidance office. I got a pass and made my way. Once getting there, I came to find out that I had missed so many days while being in jail and rehab that I was going to be withdrawn from my senior year.

Things hit rock bottom, I couldn't believe after all that I had been through, they were going to kick me out of school for something I couldn't have helped. So I just accepted it. Kind of been doing nothing ever since. No job, nothing. I've also been given a $10,000 dollar hospital bill to which I'm having problems getting insurance to pay.

As of now, I'm going through my lawyer in order to sue the jail for the money to pay off the bill. I was charged on my court dates with both possesions and just recently got a letter in the mail from the DMV saying my licsense is suspended. Which wasn't stated at court.

Well GC, thats my story. I'm only 18 and have been trhough the worst shit I probably will ever have to go through. Sorry it took so long, but I just had to get it out.

If you skipped the whole story, there's too much for me to summarize. Please just give it a read. I promise you it's not completely boring. I would appreciate it.

[Kryties]

Mate, that's absolutely shocking. I feel for you mate and if I knew there was anything I could do to help you, I would.

Firstly, dump your parents. Your mother has put you through SO much pain and anguish just to satisfy her illogical sense of love. You need to write all of this down in a letter and leave it on the hall stand as you make your way out the door for the last time. Make sure they know that they have shattered every hope and dream you ever had, and even allowed you to be put in a position that had dire consequences on your health. This is not what loving parents do. Loving parents help their children, put themselves in harms way if need be to protect them - not throw them to the wolves.

Secondly, you should pursue legal recourse on the jail and on your parents. Do not stop until you get what you deserve, justice. It will be a long, hard road but extremely satisfying when you receive your lump sum payment and letter(s) of apology. It will also be satisfying to know then that your parents have had a good dose of reality jammed up their rectums.

Sorry to be so blunt about it mate, but I am angered by what I have read, not at you but at those who would deem it acceptable to put you in this situation to begin with.

[420bender]

dam man thats some very shitty stuff our legal system is so fucked up you smoke WEED i smoke WEED

i fell for you my parents would propubably do the same thing they think weed is the worst drug in the world.


good luck bro

not sure were you live smoke salvia to get around drug testing it will piss off everyone lol


wAY bAked

[Nematoad]

wow...just...wow...that's fucking bullshit that you would ever have to go through that. Do everything you can to pursue legal action for what they did to you, they have definitely broken several laws in the way they treated you.

[Isaid'Ello]

HOLY SHIT!!! I can't believe I read that whole post!!!! Now to match it with an extra long reply!

OP, I understand that you went through some shitty events, but you are making mountains out of mole hills. I am not trying to be mean just put it in perspective. Welcome to jail! It's not the Ritz Carlton. If you were in a serious medical emergency they would have addressed you. You acted like the typical spoiled suburban kid that was put in jail for the first time. You were given a medical evaluation when you were booked. These are very specific to screen for very serious problems. Yes, cardiovascular issues are very serious and they screen for them. If they had found an anomaly they would have addressed it. the way I see it is YOU CHOSE to smoke an illegal substance in your mother's house. YOU CHOSE to engage her in an argument. YOU CHOSE to let that argument escalate to the point where your mother felt the need to call the police (she had done it before so you knew she was capable). YOU CHOSE to be a wise ass with law enforcement (life lesson: THEY ALWAYS WIN!). YOU CHOSE to repeat the illegal action in the same location you had already been reprimanded for. YOU CHOSE for a second time to be smarmy with law enforcement. I'm not sure I buy the whole "I was in bed asleep when the court official came by" but either way it is YOUR responsibility to make sure you are where you are supposed to be when required by law to be there (I was in a major car accident on the way to a probation meeting and was still charged with not showing even though I was in a coma for 2 days). YOU CHOSE to cut a secured monitoring device off of yourself. There is much more to your story that I can shoot holes in, but I won't. The bottom line is we all do illegal activities; it's all about how you handle it after you get caught. You pretty much acted like a spoiled ignorant child. Again, I am not trying to be an ass just show you an outsiders view. Do you have any idea how many people get arrested and whine and complain about being sick? TONS!!

Live by the motto "Better people than me have made better lives with less than I" and you will be better off.

Quit bitching! Get off your ass and finish school. Get a job to help your mother out and to pay the bills YOU CAUSED!!

[Kryties]

I would suggest you ignore the above post, it is obviously made by a person who likes to think they sit on a very high horse passing judgement upon those lowly people scurrying beneath. I abhor people like the above poster.

[Krysis219]

I have served my time in county jail. I'm now 22 to be 23 this year. Not to take away from how horrible your experience was but in my time in county jail i've seen things like your story, and even worse on a daily basis. You are not the only one that has been subjected to these types of conditions. If you choose to fight it i truly wish you luck. It's your word vs. their word... who do you think the judge is going to believe? We're living in a police state! There is just enough "freedom" to stop the people from doing something about it. This is happening everywhere. I recommend you do a little research on institutionalization, it gave me a little better perspective. Stand up for your rights, and keep us updated on the fight. Your friend that's been there..... Krysis


PS Don't listen to the fool a few posts above me. Just because you go to jail does not make you less of a human. What kind of sense does it make to wait until a person is unconscious and puking blood before helping them? Get real. He smoked a PLANT nothing processed, nothing artificially manufactured, nothing synthesized. He didn't hurt anything. Didn't rob or rape or kill. And He was still 17! The prison system is fucked up. These "sheriffs" and deputy's are power hungry... there have been studies on institutionalization and what it does from the gaurds prospective and the inmates. What's worse is that TAX DOLLARS ARE PAYING FOR YOU TO BE IN JAIL... YOU'RE PAYING MORE TO BE IN JAIL THAN TO BE IN THE "RITS CARLTON!!!" Just because you CHOSE to break a law does not mean that you should be subjected to sub-human conditions.

[Isaid'Ello]

Originally Posted by Kryties

I would suggest you ignore the above post, it is obviously made by a person who likes to think they sit on a very high horse passing judgement upon those lowly people scurrying beneath. I abhor people like the above poster.

To be honest you know nothing about me. It is no 'high horse' I sit on. It is a perch that I climbed through the shit to get to. I have been in very similar situations and made many poor decisions in my life and am trying to save the OP some headaches. It was the OP's fault that the situation escalated. I sat in jail for two weeks once because I was stabbed during a mugging. When the cops showed they gave no regards to the fact I was bleeding from my gut only to the fact I was white in the wrong neighborhood. I was arrested for possession of 2 grams of weed and taken to the jail. NOT the hospital. I sued and lost. It was my poor decision to be in a bad area and get myself into that situation. The OP will spend the rest of his life blaming other people for his poor choices. You not knowing me from a hole in the ground and then saying you 'abhor' people like me is redundant. You just became what you are accusing me. further more what does coddling this kids ego going to do? Encourage more of the same behavior.

P.S. If you are going to use the vernacular you chose to be sure to spell judgment correctly.

[Canada420]

Originally Posted by Isaid'Ello

HOLY SHIT!!! I can't believe I read that whole post!!!! Now to match it with an extra long reply!

OP, I understand that you went through some shitty events, but you are making mountains out of mole hills. I am not trying to be mean just put it in perspective. Welcome to jail! It's not the Ritz Carlton. If you were in a serious medical emergency they would have addressed you. You acted like the typical spoiled suburban kid that was put in jail for the first time. You were given a medical evaluation when you were booked. These are very specific to screen for very serious problems. Yes, cardiovascular issues are very serious and they screen for them. If they had found an anomaly they would have addressed it. the way I see it is YOU CHOSE to smoke an illegal substance in your mother's house. YOU CHOSE to engage her in an argument. YOU CHOSE to let that argument escalate to the point where your mother felt the need to call the police (she had done it before so you knew she was capable). YOU CHOSE to be a wise ass with law enforcement (life lesson: THEY ALWAYS WIN!). YOU CHOSE to repeat the illegal action in the same location you had already been reprimanded for. YOU CHOSE for a second time to be smarmy with law enforcement. I'm not sure I buy the whole "I was in bed asleep when the court official came by" but either way it is YOUR responsibility to make sure you are where you are supposed to be when required by law to be there (I was in a major car accident on the way to a probation meeting and was still charged with not showing even though I was in a coma for 2 days). YOU CHOSE to cut a secured monitoring device off of yourself. There is much more to your story that I can shoot holes in, but I won't. The bottom line is we all do illegal activities; it's all about how you handle it after you get caught. You pretty much acted like a spoiled ignorant child. Again, I am not trying to be an ass just show you an outsiders view. Do you have any idea how many people get arrested and whine and complain about being sick? TONS!!

Live by the motto "Better people than me have made better lives with less than I" and you will be better off.

Quit bitching! Get off your ass and finish school. Get a job to help your mother out and to pay the bills YOU CAUSED!!

Theres nothing wrong with what this guy ^ said..... That was a pretty good story i enjoyed reading it..... All this guy is saying is dont be fucking stupid, all those little things he did could have easily beem avoided. Should have smoked in the shed in the first place not in the house. Should have went somewhere completly different the second time. And you should not have cut the bracelet off. Other than that you went through alot of bullshit for what sounds like 10 bucks worth of weed! Worth it? NO!!!!! Watch where you smoke, wait an extra 30 min if you have to if someones around, and that will save you a bunch of bull shit most dont need to deal with.

[Isaid'Ello]

Originally Posted by Krysis219

I have served my time in county jail. I'm now 22 to be 23 this year. Not to take away from how horrible your experience was but in my time in county jail i've seen things like your story, and even worse on a daily basis. You are not the only one that has been subjected to these types of conditions. If you choose to fight it i truly wish you luck. It's your word vs. their word... who do you think the judge is going to believe? We're living in a police state! There is just enough "freedom" to stop the people from doing something about it. This is happening everywhere. I recommend you do a little research on institutionalization, it gave me a little better perspective. Stand up for your rights, and keep us updated on the fight. Your friend that's been there..... Krysis


PS Don't listen to the fool a few posts above me. Just because you go to jail does not make you less of a human. What kind of sense does it make to wait until a person is unconscious and puking blood before helping them? Get real. He smoked a PLANT nothing processed, nothing artificially manufactured, nothing synthesized. He didn't hurt anything. Didn't rob or rape or kill. And He was still 17! The prison system is fucked up. These "sheriffs" and deputy's are power hungry... there have been studies on institutionalization and what it does from the gaurds prospective and the inmates. What's worse is that TAX DOLLARS ARE PAYING FOR YOU TO BE IN JAIL... YOU'RE PAYING MORE TO BE IN JAIL THAN TO BE IN THE "RITS CARLTON!!!" Just because you CHOSE to break a law does not mean that you should be subjected to sub-human conditions.

All of this from a person who has been in and out of jail for 5 years!!
I never said he was sub-human or 'deserved it' just to expect jail conditions when you go to JAIL!!

[Kryties]

Originally Posted by Isaid'Ello

To be honest you know nothing about me. It is no 'high horse' I sit on. It is a perch that I climbed through the shit to get to. I have been in very similar situations and made many poor decisions in my life and am trying to save the OP some headaches. It was the OP's fault that the situation escalated. I sat in jail for two weeks once because I was stabbed during a mugging. When the cops showed they gave no regards to the fact I was bleeding from my gut only to the fact I was white in the wrong neighborhood. I was arrested for possession of 2 grams of weed and taken to the jail. NOT the hospital. I sued and lost. It was my poor decision to be in a bad area and get myself into that situation. The OP will spend the rest of his life blaming other people for his poor choices. You not knowing me from a hole in the ground and then saying you 'abhor' people like me is redundant. You just became what you are accusing me. further more what does coddling this kids ego going to do? Encourage more of the same behavior.

The difference between you and I is this: I recognise that the laws are unjust and that sitting back and 'accepting them' is only going to result in more unjust arrests, convictions and punishments. I'm so glad that you think it's OK that the law enforcement officials left you to bleed profusely, and that the judge agreed that this was a humane and proper way to treat you. Personally, I would be screaming foul and raising hell with anyone and everyone involved with every breath I took. I am not one to sit back and accept that the law mistreated me, therefore allowing the abuse to continue with others. You, it seems, are quite content to watch the abuse continue - as long as it's not you right?

Disgusting.

P.S. If you are going to use the vernacular you chose to be sure to spell judgment correctly.

Resorting to picking on a typo to illustrate your point? Not much of a point in the first place if one must resort to this tactic in order to gain some sort of validity to one's statement.

Oh and P.S. - Judgement/Judgment can be spelt either way with the exact same meaning. You may wish to check your dictionary. If you are going to be a smartass, at least get your facts correct first.

[Krysis219]

5 years? If you did read what i had it was since my 19th birthday, and i served 2 different times, that's why I changed the wording... your math skills must be poor.... I haven't been to jail in over a year... my birthdays in october.... that'd be 2 years. I'm not bragging about going to jail, but i have been there. I believe in marijuana, and i believe in freedom... if you stand up for either of those things you can expect some hassle from the police. Yes... you COULD HAVE not smoked where you did, YOU COULD have continued to get shocked, but you thought that maybe there would be some compassion... not in the court system. Difference of philosophies between Ello and I is a moot subject. We're both saying you chould get educated, and know what you're going into before going to jail. If jail is not worth you being free to do as you please, than you should quit smoking. If you want to stand up for what you believe is right, you might have to go to that terrible place again.

[flowerchild]

Ok,

your first mistake was smoking in your house.
second, smoking anywhere NEAR the house IMMEDIATELY after your mom called the cops on you.
then, maybe instead of just cutting your ankle bracelet off,
you should have called the police station, or your arresting officer to tell them what was going on with it-
you simply cutting it gave them enough reason to throw your ass in jail again- i mean, did you really think they wouldn't arrest you for that?


all in all, it's a really shitty situation. they did mistreat you, and if I were you I would definately be suing (although suing the law rarely works)
did they not find out what was wrong with you at the hospital?
sounded like an extreme case of anxiety IMO, which is probably why they ignored it

[madmike420]

Originally Posted by Hawaiian Haze

He said that other than an elevated heart rate he couldn't find anything wrong with me. This is not what I wanted to hear. As for the other results, it would be several more days before anything would be clear.

I'm sorry you went threw such A shitty experience just for smoking weed.
On the other hand the quote above proves that there was nothing wrong with you. Prison is not school you can not play sick and they will let you leave. I'm sure if something was really wrong with you, you would have gotten the medical attention you needed. I'm also pretty sure they prolly new it was all in your head.

That does not mean I do not feel bad for what you went threw. I just think you brought it on to yourself. You made mistake after mistake.

I really picture you as a spoiled white kid from the suburbs.

[JohnsonInhales]

Wow dude, I can't even begin to comprehend how bad that must have been. I'd be furious at my mom in the end because her misguided ideas put you on this path of bullshit. All I can say is that I hope you can get through all the rest of the BS and maybe fuck over the system that fucked you over. Sounds to me like you may be able to if there's a way to get statements from those cellmates of yours or something, good luck on this legal road my friend. It's going to be rough, but keep your head up man. I'll blaze one for you in the meantime.