D.dope monkey/F.W.dope junky (ALTERNATIVE EDUCATION)

 Now I was arrested for the first time in my life,  so naturally this meant I ended up in Tarrant County's Juvenile Detention Center.  Had it been five months later I would have been charged as an adult, and would have been sent to the adult County Jail.  I would launch myself there almost a year exactly from this point in time (in the interim of this year I would, after my seventeenth birthday, go in and out of city jails for petty shit like minor in possession of alcohol and public intoxications misdemeanors).  After a few hours or so at the Keller Police station I was escorted down to the Ft. Worth Juvenile Detention Center, though it wasn't as serious a place as the adult county facility I still inherited a different perspective on life from this experience. The majority of the young men there were primed up mini-gangsters already, upon being released from here many would catch a case as an adult and spend a large portion of their adult life in T.D.C. (Texas Department of Corrections, or simply put it's what officials and inmates while awaiting trial in County commonly refer to as prison). The others were aggressively sprouting into dangerously warped outcasts, it being just a matter of time until some dire consequences crowned their foolish heads.  I say this sounding jaded, but I have also witnessed the lowest individuals pitted in despair rise up joyous and free again miraculously, and those were the ones willing to truly surrender.  I believe God works all around us everyday, but I once deemed these re-occurrences as coincidences. It took many of these re-occurrences, time and time again, until finally my stubborn self was broken down disheveled.  I wasn't brought up in a broken family like many of these dudes,  but drugs don't discriminate like people do, chemicals aren't capable of discerning in who they affect.  Some of us do react to the same chemicals in very different ways than others do.  I am so grateful I never got caught up in gangs or violent crimes. I was around guns more than I cared to be, but I never carried one. I was smart enough to at least realize how unwise that was.  I would only be charged with assault once in my life, but I won't get into that right now, one arrest at a time is enough.  I only spent one night in juvenile detention, went to court, saw the judge, was released and put on probation. I was placed on probation for felony possession simply because it was my first offense, oh and what a joke juvenile probation turned out to be.  Officer Adams was assigned to my case, he was a very tall, stocky, thirty-something year old black man.  The first time I saw him he gave me the rundown.  I was supposed to adhere to a curfew, refrain from drugs and alcohol,  not break any laws or get arrested, etc, etc, ... there were so many damn rules I was supposed to follow, but I wouldn't be corralled that easily, I was a wild range-rovin', drug-gobbling stallion.  I never went to a probation office to report like I would many times later as an adult (I may have made one initial visit to the probation office, maybe, but for sure none more after that... many details are very hazy from this time but whats important is the fact that I immediately knew it was all for show until I was an adult. I guess the state knew that they would get me then for sure if I was to be an habitual offender, and as an adult it would be simpler for the courts to dole out a more severe line of options to punish).  Officer Adams came and made somewhere around five visits out to my house in about a seven month time span. During that time he gave me several drug tests. I remember one of them I was thoroughly prepared.  I emptied out this purple or pink blow-bubbles bottle and had my brother Aaron piss into it fo me, and I dont remember why but that was the only time I had him do that for me, so I ended up failing several drug tests later on. I know that marijuana was always detected in my urine those times that I did fail, it stays in your system for so damn long. All my P.O. ever told me was that I needed to work on my marijuana problem, and then I would fail again, and he then would reiterate the fact that I needed to work on my marijuana problem.  By the time February hit I had turned seventeen, making me legally an adult in the state of Texas, and I never saw Officer Adams again.  During this time that I was on juvenile probation I also was required to go to school in downtown Ft. Worth  after being suspended from Keller High School. I had been suspended the previous year so I wasn't allowed to go to any of the other alternative schools in the fine Keller school District. (if I didn't finish successfully here I wouldn't be allowed to go back to Keller High)The school was T.C..J.J.A.E.P. (Tarrant County Juvenile Justice Alternative Education Program) and it was equally a joke for me as juvenile probation was. This school was full of the same type of thugs that I had seen in juvenile hall. These were kids from the streets, and it seemed to me that it was one big day-care for teenagers. It seemed the focus was mainly on attendance, not education, and so we did shit like take spelling tests, and of course this provoked me to take every chance to be a smart-ass rebel. I was the epitome of one who mocked any authority that had any semblance of power of me, and I as a side hobby I also mocked all other systems of authority that really had no direct control over me simply because I had this monstrous urge to forever be contrary.  My ego was radioactive and resided on a pendulum that swayed to a miserable feverish beat and I believed that I was much smarter than everyone else in this school, especially the teachers.  Either you were a student here because of drugs, were a thug, or you were a thug on drugs. Man did we raise hell, it was a cosmic mix of the American Dream, a melting pot of young menacing maniacs. There was this one dude Kane, and he frequently spouted proud stoned ramblings on how he was a local member of the Krypts. He talked a lot of shit to me, but I loved that dude, we had some shared sacred moments that I may not specifically remember, but  I do remember the spirit and ambiance of our bantering times together.  Eric was this crazy A.D.D diagnosed  kid that had to be restrained at least once a week by one of the several large male teachers. I am pretty sure that that was one of the requirement for the men that worked here, being able to restrain unruly students. There was Terry, who had called in a bomb threat on numerous occasions before he was eventually found out, and bam, they sent him to this juvenile school of winners. There was close to zero female students there, and only one in my classroom. Her name was Jennifer, this petite little white girl that got caught with  a large amount of Ecstasy, which she claimed was all her boyfriend's drugs, but nonetheless she was charged for possession and sent here.  Teddy was another young gangsta' that was always stoned, in fact the majority of us were stoned.  I usually rolled a few joints up, and hoped that at least one other person at the stop on our side of town would reciprocate and have some weed of his own in order that we all could have an ample amount to partake. The school transported kids from all over the county in these white 'church' type 18-passenger vans.  There was only two vans available, and there was around five stops on each section of the county. Kids weren't allowed to drive themselves to school here, besides my license was now officially suspended for the first time of many.  This state issued item labeled a driver's license of mine would be suspended and regained and suspended again and again cycling on a rampant loop.  It made me sick when I thought of how I had waited what seemed to an teenager as an eternity to finally hit sixteen, and then before a year upon receiving it I would lose it recklessly. I must have stopped one or two violations shy of ever again being allowed to have one legally.