Breaking Point
Mar. 1st, 2022 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryMarch already. I took care of morning chores while I set up my remote connection, then remembered that the first also means paying rent. Easy peasy. I was a little frustrated in the morning - I said I'd cover eservice on T/Th, but Tuesday is also my day for NOAs. Fortunately, I get here early and work comparatively fast. I was also anxious about how they'd react to learning that when I said I'd take "some" of their mail & claims, I really meant "all," but no issues. Candace texted me acknowledging the 8am meeting, and I saw I misread her last text. It said to let her know if I still wanted the 8 by whenever, not that we'd be meeting. Damn. We cleared it up - I'm still not ready to go to therapy and examine all this shit. She understands, but asked to talk on the phone for 15 min, and we scheduled that for the evening.
Julian woke up in the afternoon, though 1-2, so comparatively early. His stomach was *very* upset with him over the leftover gyros he had last night, and we talked again about solutions. He said he won't be eating leftovers anymore, then remembered that he could get vegan meals and I'd finish them. I guess thinking about me eventually is better than not at all. Marcus hit me up in the afternoon as well, asking if I could help with gas again. Of course. I also asked about his progress with 211, and he has a case worker and is on the wait list for assistance. I still couldn't find my wallet, but I found an extra credit card, confusing as that was. I talked to Julian about letting them crash here, he was hesitant but not averse, as long as he didn't have to share his bed. I noted that he could put the mattress back on the floor and we'd still have the futon, he said we'd talk about it if they asked.
He washed the dishes - all his, except for one tea mug, then went out for more beer & cigarettes. Candace called, just asking for more clarification on everything. Wanted to make sure it wasn't her, wanted to make sure I didn't relapse or start a new terrible drug, and wanted to make sure I'm still taking my antidepressants. Julian came back towards the end of the conversation, so there was just a little awkwardness, but he was able to contribute that my depression has skyrocketed for the last couple weeks. On the one hand, I was suicidal in late December, so it's obviously been a thing. On the other hand, Raphael. I asked him to tell Raphael "No, I'm not going to fuck you," he accused me of looking through his phone. When he went to the bathroom, I did, though I didn't go into it, and of course there was a booty call from Raphael waiting. I asked him about it again and we got into an argument. I went to Lady Miss Friday's room, he kept cursing at me. I did not succeed against my Will save. I walked back out and grabbed his phone, then he grabbed *me.* We struggled, he said he'd call the police, I pointed out he was touching me and I wasn't touching him. The wrestling got more aggressive, he screamed for the neighbors to help, and got his phone back. Said he was going to call the cops, I went to Lady Miss Friday's room. She was hiding, of course. All the cats think the world is ending when we fight.
The cops showed up, interviewed both of us separately, then arrested me. Apparently all domestic violence calls result in an arrest - because of OJ? I was shirt and shoeless when they cuffed me, but they brought out some sandals, a shirt, and a jacket for me to take to the station. It was a busy night and they left me in the car at the station while they took care of other things. I thought they might have forgotten me, really, and heard another arrestee being interviewed. They were in a lot worse shape than me - clearly completely wasted, probably blacked out, but they'd apparently thrown a broken bottle at the waitress at the last bar they were at. When they came back for me, I chatted with the cops while I was processed - one of them was pre-med before swapping to cop, she's very into fantasy books, and she dropped a list of requested authors into my bag of belongings to look up when I get out. They charged me with PC 245(a)(4) - Assault with Force Likely to Produce Great Bodily Injury. When I enter it for our clients, I always write "Asslt. w/ Great Bod." I can't help myself. It's a wobbler, so it could be charged as Misdemeanor or Felony. "Go big or go home," and they went with Felony. My arraignment was set for Friday, and my bail at 30k. Bail bonds are 10% of bail, so it'd be roughly 1k/day savings if I stayed. I almost did. Since work is so short staffed, though, and Lady Miss Friday still in my room, I found a place that gave a small discount on bonds. So mine was 2.5k, and together with my responsibilities, that was enough. Still took all night, but I was grateful for my jacket. Freezing cold in the rooms. I loaned it out to other prisoners in need temporarily, and only one of them resisted giving it back. I tried to sleep some, between holding cells and between chatting up other prisoners.
Julian woke up in the afternoon, though 1-2, so comparatively early. His stomach was *very* upset with him over the leftover gyros he had last night, and we talked again about solutions. He said he won't be eating leftovers anymore, then remembered that he could get vegan meals and I'd finish them. I guess thinking about me eventually is better than not at all. Marcus hit me up in the afternoon as well, asking if I could help with gas again. Of course. I also asked about his progress with 211, and he has a case worker and is on the wait list for assistance. I still couldn't find my wallet, but I found an extra credit card, confusing as that was. I talked to Julian about letting them crash here, he was hesitant but not averse, as long as he didn't have to share his bed. I noted that he could put the mattress back on the floor and we'd still have the futon, he said we'd talk about it if they asked.
He washed the dishes - all his, except for one tea mug, then went out for more beer & cigarettes. Candace called, just asking for more clarification on everything. Wanted to make sure it wasn't her, wanted to make sure I didn't relapse or start a new terrible drug, and wanted to make sure I'm still taking my antidepressants. Julian came back towards the end of the conversation, so there was just a little awkwardness, but he was able to contribute that my depression has skyrocketed for the last couple weeks. On the one hand, I was suicidal in late December, so it's obviously been a thing. On the other hand, Raphael. I asked him to tell Raphael "No, I'm not going to fuck you," he accused me of looking through his phone. When he went to the bathroom, I did, though I didn't go into it, and of course there was a booty call from Raphael waiting. I asked him about it again and we got into an argument. I went to Lady Miss Friday's room, he kept cursing at me. I did not succeed against my Will save. I walked back out and grabbed his phone, then he grabbed *me.* We struggled, he said he'd call the police, I pointed out he was touching me and I wasn't touching him. The wrestling got more aggressive, he screamed for the neighbors to help, and got his phone back. Said he was going to call the cops, I went to Lady Miss Friday's room. She was hiding, of course. All the cats think the world is ending when we fight.
The cops showed up, interviewed both of us separately, then arrested me. Apparently all domestic violence calls result in an arrest - because of OJ? I was shirt and shoeless when they cuffed me, but they brought out some sandals, a shirt, and a jacket for me to take to the station. It was a busy night and they left me in the car at the station while they took care of other things. I thought they might have forgotten me, really, and heard another arrestee being interviewed. They were in a lot worse shape than me - clearly completely wasted, probably blacked out, but they'd apparently thrown a broken bottle at the waitress at the last bar they were at. When they came back for me, I chatted with the cops while I was processed - one of them was pre-med before swapping to cop, she's very into fantasy books, and she dropped a list of requested authors into my bag of belongings to look up when I get out. They charged me with PC 245(a)(4) - Assault with Force Likely to Produce Great Bodily Injury. When I enter it for our clients, I always write "Asslt. w/ Great Bod." I can't help myself. It's a wobbler, so it could be charged as Misdemeanor or Felony. "Go big or go home," and they went with Felony. My arraignment was set for Friday, and my bail at 30k. Bail bonds are 10% of bail, so it'd be roughly 1k/day savings if I stayed. I almost did. Since work is so short staffed, though, and Lady Miss Friday still in my room, I found a place that gave a small discount on bonds. So mine was 2.5k, and together with my responsibilities, that was enough. Still took all night, but I was grateful for my jacket. Freezing cold in the rooms. I loaned it out to other prisoners in need temporarily, and only one of them resisted giving it back. I tried to sleep some, between holding cells and between chatting up other prisoners.
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