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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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