Something in the Past
When the Dwight Correctional Facility released Jackie, they gave her fifty dollars and a greyhound bus ticket to Dayton, Ohio. That was all she had to her name. She had nothing to look forward to outside of the prison walls, and she was so scared to leave that she begged the warden to let her stay. She only got paid thirteen dollars a month for doing the job she was assigned to do while she was in Dwight, but she had a roof over her head, three guaranteed meals a day, and no access to crack or heroin. No one sent her any money during her twenty-one month incarceration, but Jackie had game so she knew how to talk the guards and the other inmates out of anything she felt she needed or wanted. Her was so full of commissary that she was able to leave her cell mate with lots of it when it was time for her to leave the comfort of their cell. Life in Jail was a lot easier for Jackie than her life out in the real world was going to be, but she had no choice but to leave. Her sentence was up, and the penitentiary barely had enough room to house the inmates who had to be there, so the warden told her that she had to go.
When Jackie got arrested she was a crack-smoking, heroin-snorting, clothes-stealing, drug-dealing prostitute—but she had a roof over her head and a car.
