🔒 Back in Jail. The Penny Still Hadn’t Dropped. When I went back to jail for the second time, I thought that was it — my life was done. Dad was about 10 years into his own sentence then, and I remember thinking, “Maybe this is just the way it’s meant to be.” I was facing 20 years because of the association laws. 22-hour lockdowns. No TV. Pink uniform. One 6-minute phone call a day. One non-contact visit a week. That was my world. And back then, the penny still hadn’t dropped. It took years, pai