I have just been released again from jail and am getting tired of this life style. I wish it was easier to just say no to that sweet lady H. I guess if it was so easy though it wouldn't have been such a good drug. Anyway, so I had a little relapse and got caught walking down a street with a sack in my pocket that I forgot about. Whoops. I wish I could blame the police for just stopping me without probable cause or being smart enough to stick the sack up my ass or carrying it my mouth but you can't change the past. What's done is done. It has cost me another 6 months of my life.
Also, at this time my girl was on the run from the law and her parents (they have family in law enforcement). She bailed me out of my position case but I or we didn't get to spend more than a week till her family sent the cops. I got re-arrested on some made up violation. She got to go to rehab. I thought with all the over crowding in California prisons and jails I would get to go to a program too, but the DA figured differently since I left one once.
I wrote to my beloved while she was in rehab and I was in the county jail. It got me through being being stuck in a shitty place. Than only three months into the sentence her letters stopped. I heard from the grapevine that her overly protective parents found out I wrote to her. They sent her someplace far away now, I guess. I wish I knew where. I wish I could get her back. I am now just depressed.
So now I am free. I lost my wife of ten years. I have no one to talk to. I have to get shit off my chest by posting to a Blog, but what a great website to do it on
. (a little ass kissing never hurts). I think the most shittiest thing though is that I really want a shot. Even though it has cost me everything, and I do mean every-fucking-thing.
Ah fuck it.
Also, at this time my girl was on the run from the law and her parents (they have family in law enforcement). She bailed me out of my position case but I or we didn't get to spend more than a week till her family sent the cops. I got re-arrested on some made up violation. She got to go to rehab. I thought with all the over crowding in California prisons and jails I would get to go to a program too, but the DA figured differently since I left one once.
I wrote to my beloved while she was in rehab and I was in the county jail. It got me through being being stuck in a shitty place. Than only three months into the sentence her letters stopped. I heard from the grapevine that her overly protective parents found out I wrote to her. They sent her someplace far away now, I guess. I wish I knew where. I wish I could get her back. I am now just depressed.
So now I am free. I lost my wife of ten years. I have no one to talk to. I have to get shit off my chest by posting to a Blog, but what a great website to do it on
. (a little ass kissing never hurts). I think the most shittiest thing though is that I really want a shot. Even though it has cost me everything, and I do mean every-fucking-thing. Ah fuck it.
