My dad was a public defender when I was a child and he would have to drive all over the district to visit various defendants in various jails which I thought was very interesting and I liked to hear about his experiences in various jails and how different they all were. He drove me to school every day and sometimes Iβd skip in and tell my classmates βMy dad is going to the jail in [TOWN/CITY] today!β mind you, I went to public school in a not very nice little town so my teacherβs first thought wasnβt lawyer, she had other students with incarcerated parents. This was also occurring in the south where everyone is nosy as fuck so she eventually called my mother, presumably to scope out why her husband was a jail bird and if the chargers were relevant to me and my education in any way. My mom had to explain that my dad wasnβt an inmate who kept getting transferred and that going to jail is his job.
