"Bail is set at $10,000. Court is adjourned." As Judge Collins announces my sentence, I can already feel the piercing eyes of my parents staring right at me as they sit on the court benches. I know they're disappointed in me, but they should know by now that I won't abide by their rules, let alone live under the same roof as them. I realize that none of that matters as the Albuquerque officer handcuffs me and takes me out of the courtroom to go through the regular "stuff." Let's just say, this isn't the first time I've been in this predicament. Last time, it was theft, the time before that I had assaulted a police officer, and now I'm here for possession of marijuana. My buddy, Combo, has been locked up for a while now so I don't think he knows I got busted again.

Another night in jail, another time to "reflect on my bad decisions" as my mom says. After they serve us lunch, the officer brings me to the front desk and takes both sets of cuffs off. "You're free to go Mr. Pinkman," says the officer. As I make my way through the gate, I see both my mom and dad and my little brother Jake waiting for me in the car. Jake is waving through the window, but my mom and dad cannot stand the sight of me. Part of me wants to run and never look back, but I could use a warm shower and home cooked meal before I do so.