![]() ![]() Maybe I'm not so ready for this after all. But, to tell you the truth, how much can you trust guys who haven't gotten out themselves?Īs Jerry opens the door to the evaluation room, my muscles start to twitch and I'm getting all sweaty beneath my state-issued coveralls, state-issued socks, and yep, even my state-issued briefs. Sit up straight, look full of remorse, act polite, and all that stuff. I've been prepped by the other guys in my cell block. I take a deep breath and follow Jerry to the room where the review committee will evaluate me. "Yes, sir." I've been waiting three hundred and ten days for this. "You ready, Caleb?" Jerry, the cell guard, asks. He tacked on an extra three months for that. It was a hit-and-run accident, too, which actually made the judge in my case royally pissed off. I was convicted of hitting a girl with my car while driving drunk. You might ask why I've been locked up for the past year. The all male juvenile division is tough, but it's not like the adult DOC. But there are no games here at the Illinois Department of Corrections-Juvenile complex or the DOC as we inmates call it. Sure, in the game of Monopoly you just have to roll the dice three times and wait for a double, or pay the fine and be free. It's not every day you get a chance to get out of jail. ![]() I've been waiting a year for this moment. ![]()
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