Ex-cons on Reddit were asked: "What did you do on the day you were released from prison?" These are some of the best answers.
2/25 Got high, found a girl to hang out with, took an hour long shower followed by an hour-long bath, ate as much food as possible.
I'm 21 and have spent more than 2 years of my life locked up. To give someone who's never been away from the free world an idea even getting dropped off at Walmart and walking around with other free citizens all day... it's heaven compared to the last night in jail.
3/25 I got a job. I was 16 when I went in, and 19 when I got out. Inside was nothing like the movies portrayed it to be. I was positively influenced by older inmates to make better life choices. Getting a job was first thing on my list and I nailed it with in a few hours.
4/25 After a three year stint, I caught a random kick out. Due to the high volume of people coming in, they have an early parole act. After winning the prison lottery, my possible ten years turned to three! The strange thing is, you're just sitting around one day when your name gets called for mail. The excitement that arose with every word I read can never be explained. It informed me to call and schedule a ride to be there for me the next day. This may be a strange statement, and may be hard to understand, but, after three years of routine 'non-freedom', one night isn't time enough to adjust.
My Mother showed up to pick me up. She brought a pair of my old clothes. Oh the feeling of sliding your foot in to a good pair of shoes! Jeans with pockets. Strange happiness for the small things. All too much to handle.
When we made it home my mom went back to work. I just sat there and thought long and hard. I took off walking. My intention was to loose myself somewhere. I didn't care where. I found a good spot to lay in the grass and did just that. Laid there and got lost. No thoughts, no feelings, no memories. Just the blank way I had learned to fill my mind. Almost like I could, and would rather, just die there. And I believe that is exactly what happened. I left everything right there in that spot. I died there.
I do my best to visit that spot once or twice a year. Whenever I need to remember where I am today. And to remind myself where I was then.
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