Thank God, I am home.
First of all, we learned that the guy who was staying the jail we were staying in was the jailer’s son, and he was under some sort of house arrest for murdering a guy. You’d think he wouldn’t be able to leave on his on will, but in rural Kentucky, when you are the jailer’s son, I guess you can. The girls started to get really scared of this small town by the end of the week. Even us guys were on edge.
Allen and Charlie locked Vince and Justin and Alex in one cell as a kind of practical joke. I was walking by when Vince reached through the bars and grabbed my neck and told me to let him out. I don’t think he knew how hard he was holding me. I got really upset, punched the bars because I couldn’t breathe or talk. My knuckles were bleeding. Why didn’t he just ask me, I didn’t know the others locked them in and I wasn’t apart of that joke. I got really angry and told Vince to just stay away from me, and then I was upset with myself for getting so angry.
We left Friday and got here last night around 10 o’clock. Vince, Charlie, and Kate drove on to Chapel Hill.
I’m not sure if this trip was any fun. It was definitely an experience, but I wouldn’t put it up there with one of the best times of my life.
I hope Sarah comes back today.
Heal me God.
You’re all I’ve got.