Picture this... Me... Richmond City Jail...40 of the longest days of my life...never to be re-lived or won-back from time. I honestly don't even want to write about my experience there, but I'm sure that some type of revelation can come through a cathartic session like this one. There were so many different areas where I felt tested and tried while incarcerated, but to point out one as more important than another would do them all injustice. I definitely learned my lesson. Watching HOW I SAY things to people makes a big difference. WHAT I SAY to them can be done without putting myself in a situation where they have a reason or the motivation to take what I've said to the authorities. And being able to recognize when something or someone is not even worth the dignity of a response would be an asset. I'm intelligent enough to choose my words wisely, and to know when the situation is beneath my involvement. I gained an opportunity to meet p...