I was looking over my list of story ideas, and honestly sometimes I wonder what I was thinking about. The more stuff I write here, the more of my history starts to return. Have you ever wondered why some people can recall events in the past, and you can’t? Maybe it’s because they think about the past more, and you are more future focused. I don’t know. But I do know I keep recalling more and more as I write.
But sometimes I have no clue at all. Here’s a story idea I wrote down. (this was supposed to jog my memory) “Ninjas and Death. Don’t ride that, you idiot. The reefer man” That was one item there, not three. Yet I read it and don’t have a clue what I was thinking when I wrote it. Maybe it will come back, maybe it won’t.
So here’s a more recent story. I got busted on a dui a fe years ago. I may have told that story already, so I will just give the two second version here, I was over the limit and got pulled over for not using my turn signal. Done. I was guilty. I didn’t even feel the effects of the beers, but that doesn’t matter.
So I am doing community service and I am the only one who is guilty. You always hear this type of shit in prison movies, but I swear this was true. All the stories I heard during my 40 hours of community service were from people who were innocent, framed, in the wrong place, falsely arrested, etc. And I am the only one saying, yeah, I did it. I am guilty. I heard from people who had multiple DUI’s in multiple states. People who missed child support, but it was a misunderstanding, people who possessed drugs and paraphenalia that belonged to someone else. Excuses. That’s all they clung to.
Most of them were doomed to repeat, and probably would spend time in jail. Most had already been there at least once. As I am looking around, I see what the problem is. Or my perception of the problem. It’s ownership and responsibility. We are all convicted here. We’ve been through the process, yet the career criminals and repeat offenders can’t face the facts that they are the cause of where they are at. It’s all circumstances totally out of their control, but not really.
And even in this situation as a convicted criminal among other convicted criminals, they still can’t pull their weight. Don’t get me wrong, some of them are doing their share, but most are doing everything they can to avoid picking up a shovel, or picking up litter, or picking themselves up. Fucking A. Don’t they realize they control their future? No one else is going to ‘make them change’ and no one else should have to. This is the land of opportunity. Always has been, and I believe, always will be. Shake yourselves off, go to goodwill and get some decent clothes and make tomorrow the start of something better.
This is not my typical post, and yeah, it got a little preachy, but you know, sometimes things need to be said. Odds are real strong that none of the people I was with will ever read this, and maybe no one will read this and have an epiphany, but you never know. Back to the sex and drugs on the next post.
