What you do to get locked up in jail?” asked some lady I was sharing a jail cell with. The lady looked like a streetwalker, and she kept staring boldly at me. I just wanted to be left alone. The reality of being in jail for a DUI and nearly causing a accident that could have killed people was weighing heavily on my heart. “Okay, I’m just trying to talk to you, I’m just trying to be nice. We gotta be in this cell together, so the least you could do is give me some respect. Just ’cause I ain’t no college girl don’t mean you any better than me. You better act like you know we in the same boat right now, Ms. Goody Two-Shoes.” I wanted to ask her how she knew I went to Western Smith, but then I realized my BGP jacket had the school’s patch on it. I wasn’t looking down on her. I just wanted space. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be rude or anything like that. I just need to think, okay?” I replied. “Well, you gonna have a lot of time to think. It’s late, and you probably ain’t going nowhere tonight.
