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Oakland County Jail・s R9 The hard cement floor, two itchy wool blankets, and twenty-five other angry, smelly half crazy men are all that you・ll find here. The smell of a publicly used toilet ready to overflow at any moment, which usually happens at least twice a day, lingers in the air. The place I・ve begun to describe is Oakland County Jail・s largest holding cell, simply known as R9. I・ve been here twice, which to me is two times too many. I don・t plan on ever going back, and I have nightmares of a day when I actually do. The only thing you do when you・re locked in R9 is stare at the wall and think. The boredom is overbearing and it drives you to the point of contemplating suicide. However, the deputies take your shoelaces, or anything they believe you could use, in order to do so. You have no concept of time, there is absolutely nothing to do, the people around you are extremely gross, and the food is absolutely horrible. When you・re in jail there is no way of telling what time it is so your guess is as good as mine. An hour feels like a day, a day feels like seven, a week feels like a month, and a month feels like an eternity. I guess it really doesn・t matter what time it is seeing that you don・t have any commitments.
Approximate Word count = 875
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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