Nicholas B. Jackson

I got to take the day off of work today. No, not spring break fun. No, not sick or sleeping in. I had to roll out of bed at 5:20 a.m. and make myself presentable so I could drive nearly three hours to the town of George West, TX, for my court appearance. For those of you that don’t know yet, I was arrested last month and spent 26 hours in jail for “reckless driving.”

Thanks to the father of a good friend, a public defender in California for the past 30 years, things went fairly smoothly today. About $1,200 later, I have been released and will have the offense struck from my record if I don’t fuck up in the next thirty days. That means a long, slow drive back to Chicago in two weeks when my time here in Austin is up.

I’m working on a longer entry about the arrest. Expect more soon-ish.