Jail - Processing Out

There is one appropriate word to describe the feeling throughout the processing out of jail -

FUCK!

Yes, it is that bad. You likely didn't sleep much during your stay, you're probably anxious to go home, and now you know you're close but that process is still ahead of you.

You'll be handcuffed to someone else, walked to Estrella Women's Jail, and put in a tank. You probably aren't with your homies anymore, because they all have different sentences than you, and you likely won't make any new homies because now everyone is in a shit mood because they are all worn out. This is, by far, the worst part of the whole thing.

We were taken on a full size bus, with a bunch of transferring out women, out of Estrella, but had to stop at Towers to let the guy out who supposedly spat on a girl and got rolled up. We also picked up about 5 guys at Towers who were being released as well. When we finally got back to LBJ, it was 145 in the morning, with no end in sight, but the guards that night were on point. You'll go into a tank that will be overcrowded with your group and probably another, then you'll go into another tank while waiting for fingerprinting. This will be the smallest tank you've seen since medical, and you'll be called in for fingerprinting one by one. Once everyone has had it done, you'll be taken to a larger tank where you'll have about an hour or so to bond with your group. Everyone is happier now because this is the last step. The next person you'll see is the Sargent, who will ask you questions to verify your identity, and once you do so, you'll be escorted to the exit door.

I was the happiest I had ever been. The sun was coming up, it was 430 in the morning, it was a five hour release process, but at least I got to go home and go to sleep. The jail part was over.