April 17 2018
April 17 2018
One of my greatest fears is that even if I do everything right I could still end up back in prison.
My mom told me this story about her friend’s son. We’ll call him Johnny. Johnny gets out of prison and wants to get his life together. One night, his ex-girlfriend comes over to his house. They end up getting into an argument and things get heated. She starts throwing household objects at him. Johnny tells her she needs to leave. She refuses. He decides that the best course of action would be to call the cops, because that’s what a responsible citizen would do. The cops arrive, and when the girlfriend realizes that she might be in trouble, she starts crying and says that Johnny hit her. Johnny reminds the police that it was he who called them. They arrest Johnny and take him to jail. Since it’s his word, an ex-con, against hers, Johnny’s parole is revoked and he is sentenced to five more years in prison.
There are a couple of lessons to be learned from this story. First of all, I’ll never call the police. I don’t care what sort of shit storm I’m in, I’ll just have to figure it out. If cops are involved, there’s a good chance I’m going to jail, even if I’m not doing anything wrong.
Second lesson, it might be best to take a vow of celibacy. Or become a eunuch or something. Sure, they’d have to cut off my balls, but, man, I’d sing like an angel. That brings me to my next point. As much as I miss being in a relationship, what kind of girl would want to be with me? I’ll be a 30 year old man, with a ten year gap in his work history, just got out of prison, and is living with his mom. I don’t think I want to be with a woman who would date me.
I have standards.
One of my greatest fears is that even if I do everything right I could still end up back in prison.
My mom told me this story about her friend’s son. We’ll call him Johnny. Johnny gets out of prison and wants to get his life together. One night, his ex-girlfriend comes over to his house. They end up getting into an argument and things get heated. She starts throwing household objects at him. Johnny tells her she needs to leave. She refuses. He decides that the best course of action would be to call the cops, because that’s what a responsible citizen would do. The cops arrive, and when the girlfriend realizes that she might be in trouble, she starts crying and says that Johnny hit her. Johnny reminds the police that it was he who called them. They arrest Johnny and take him to jail. Since it’s his word, an ex-con, against hers, Johnny’s parole is revoked and he is sentenced to five more years in prison.
There are a couple of lessons to be learned from this story. First of all, I’ll never call the police. I don’t care what sort of shit storm I’m in, I’ll just have to figure it out. If cops are involved, there’s a good chance I’m going to jail, even if I’m not doing anything wrong.
Second lesson, it might be best to take a vow of celibacy. Or become a eunuch or something. Sure, they’d have to cut off my balls, but, man, I’d sing like an angel. That brings me to my next point. As much as I miss being in a relationship, what kind of girl would want to be with me? I’ll be a 30 year old man, with a ten year gap in his work history, just got out of prison, and is living with his mom. I don’t think I want to be with a woman who would date me.
I have standards.
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