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It turns out they do some jail terms like detention in The Breakfast Club (and the system gives you the horns).
5 Things I Learned Smuggling Drugs into Jail Under My Junk

#5. Jail Has Stupid Rules
Through a series of bad decisions and disastrous luck, I wound up getting sentenced to a weekends-only jail term, which I’m guessing most of you didn’t even know was a thing. … Later, I was riding my bike, enjoying my last hours of freedom and rethinking my life choices. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up in the middle of the street, covered in blood. I’d been hit by a car, my arm broken at a complete right angle. … The weekend after my surgery, I was in a cast and under lockdown. And herein lies the problem:
I was on a regimen of about six Oxycontin a day as well as a muscle relaxer in order to manage the pain of recently having six screws, two bolts, and a metal plate shoved inside my arm. I thought I would be fine just bringing my pills and my prescriptions in with me to show that I needed them, and the guards or whoever would dole them out to me as needed during my stay. Imagine my delight when the officer informed me that I wouldn’t be getting my medication until they heard from my physician — who, like most doctors, was not in the office on weekends. I was so fucked that the officer actually said, “Looks like you’re kinda fucked.”

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cracked:

It turns out they do some jail terms like detention in The Breakfast Club (and the system gives you the horns).

5 Things I Learned Smuggling Drugs into Jail Under My Junk

#5. Jail Has Stupid Rules

Through a series of bad decisions and disastrous luck, I wound up getting sentenced to a weekends-only jail term, which I’m guessing most of you didn’t even know was a thing. … Later, I was riding my bike, enjoying my last hours of freedom and rethinking my life choices. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up in the middle of the street, covered in blood. I’d been hit by a car, my arm broken at a complete right angle. … The weekend after my surgery, I was in a cast and under lockdown. And herein lies the problem:

I was on a regimen of about six Oxycontin a day as well as a muscle relaxer in order to manage the pain of recently having six screws, two bolts, and a metal plate shoved inside my arm. I thought I would be fine just bringing my pills and my prescriptions in with me to show that I needed them, and the guards or whoever would dole them out to me as needed during my stay. Imagine my delight when the officer informed me that I wouldn’t be getting my medication until they heard from my physician — who, like most doctors, was not in the office on weekends. I was so fucked that the officer actually said, “Looks like you’re kinda fucked.”

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You never get to the point where you think “I am the adult”, but you do get to the point where you think “I’ve dealt with this before.” The older you get, the higher and higher the percentage is of things you’ve already been through. Have you ever changed a tire? Had a flat tire? Someday, you might, and the next time it happens, you’ll know what to do, since you’ve already done it.
My dad. I’m 24, and asked if you ever shake the feeling of not being an adult, and this was his response. Probably the most comforting thing he could have said.  (via zucchinis)