Waiting

As I sit here in jail and the day tick off the calendar inching closer to my release date, I am thinking of what and how I will do and survive. My sentencing date is January 3, 2022. I am to be sentenced to fifteen years probation at the age of sixty-one. My court is scheduled at 1600 hours on this date. I have been down this road before with the courts of you are getting out to where I didn’t order any library books and had nothing to do. This time I ordered the books.

It is the actual day of court and I am awaiting for 1600 to arrive. It seems like I’ve been sitting here for an hour, but it has only been ten minutes. I am doing my best to occupy my thoughts on anything but the clock on the wall. I have already, showered and shaved for the day. I know where I will be staying. It is just a matter of getting through this day.

I am writing stories for vocal, I have written three other books since my incarceration and I just need to get them ready to publish. I am now reading a book which helps the time pass. They announce it’s time for lunch which means I have four hours until court. I already know what my sentence will be, because of the plea deal I signed. But I still think the sentence don’t fit the crime. I feel like fifteen years probation is way too long of a sentence to give to a sixty-one year old man.