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    Thank you, Edward Wilson. And so...


    With all this time on my hands, and my inborn inflated sense of grandiosity, I compare myself with others, and come to the conclusion that as bad as I imagined being locked up could be, there are parts of it that have merit, one of them being, you have time to think. Plenty of others have taken advantage of being jailed or imprisoned. Which others?

    These others:

    Ken Keysey, Bill Burroughs, Dostoyevsky, Mallory, Jean Genet, Oscar Wilde, Verlaine, Solzhenitsyn, Voltaire, Cervantes, O. Henry, Trotsky, M.L. King, Thoreau, Malcom X, John McCain, Marco Polo, Nelson Mandela, Jack London, and two of the Marx brothers. Don't laugh.


    Being locked up, away from the hurly-burly outside, gives you time to reflect. How you got here, what changes you must make to your life to insure this never happens again. You’re alone and in charge of your fate, you reckon, not when this short observation time in prison ends, but when you finish your sentence.

    “This 90 day observation is only the preview,” I tell myself. “The main attraction will last longer. Right now I don’t know how long, but I’ll be sentenced, and then start the real time, wherever they send me.”

    For once in my life I decide to take responsibility for myself. It’s a first step for me, one of the dregs of society at this point, to make positive changes in my life. Wipe the slate clean and start over. Society will give me another chance…I hope, since I’ll be an X-con to them. X-con is a label I won’t care to wear, I won’t like the fit. X-con or Angel, which will it be?

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    Continuation of Story

    So that’s in the future, but when in the future? That will be up to my new daddy, the judge. Hope he likes my report card from this marvelous institution. Maybe Judge Daddy will let me pass to the next grade and matriculate in San Diego. If not, I’ll probably stay in LA County and rot here instead. Learning uncomfortable life-lessons has never been easy for me, a man of little self-examination. You must know your own materials with certainty, your strengths, your weaknesses, before you can forge them together to make substantial changes. With a proper set of tools and resources, a man can set out to explore new horizons, make new discoveries, even discoveries about the deepest recesses of his hidden interior.

    Myself is the unknown land, the blackest spot on the map, the darkest corner of my being, the one I’ve never probed. Why are the places closest up the last to be explored? Is it because we think we already know them? How wrong can we be about ourselves?

    Like Huck Finn, I figure it’s time I lit out to explore the wandering river that is me and come up with some answers, and if not answers, questions worth asking.
    And then there’s Divine Power to consider. Is it with me on this one? If not, can I do it on my own? I’m humbled by the idea of Divine Intervention, but feel responsible for my own course and destination, barring nature itself, and its random interventions. Freewill puts us in charge. We are all handed trials and tribulations, but it’s how you handle them that counts.

    In the end I didn’t find out anything about the report they sent back to San Diego, whether it was good or bad or ugly. But the results were reflected in the sentencing, its length, and where I would be sent. Later I would dream about what happened in court in my typical twisted fashion, and along with that, the sleepy night-night dream version of the bust that led up to it.

    The Bust

    And you take your time
    And you do your crime
    Well you made your bed
    I made mine.” Lil’ Wayne

    Two loud knocks were heard on my door. Bill the Tree-trimmer answered, and not one or two, but seven men pushed past him in a hurry, all total strangers. The only one that talked to me directly was busy reciting something. I’d heard this piece before on Dragnet. It was the Miranda Act. It started with, "You have the right to remain silent," and went on from there. I suspected I might be in trouble.

    Two men were F.B.I. Two worked narcotics. Two were sheriffs and the other bozo was there, as he explained later “just for fun.” From the other room he heard one of them, the Bozo that was there 'just for fun', shout, "Bingo!"

    I suspected I was in worse trouble.

    When they put me in the back of the car I had a sneaking suspicion my world was about to change in a big way. For once in my life I was right.

    I was mad, sad, and disappointed. All this trouble and they never even took out their big bad guns.

    Six months later I was sent up.

    The courtroom, when I got to the courtroom, was like every other courtroom. That is to say; dull. So I’ll waste no words to describe it. They led me in wearing my county blue jumpsuit and on my wrists were gun-metal blue bracelets, a matching pair, attached to each other so I couldn’t lose them, and you had to notice that they perfectly matched my eyes. They insisted I wear them not for fashion, but to prevent me leaving the proceedings if things got too dull, or if I decided to bolt, which is much the same thing.

    The judge was a woman judge so I’ll say nothing about that other than I got on with women but we already know that. She found me guilty, of that fact she had not the slightest doubt. So that just left the sentencing.

    “I find you guilty as sin,” she announced from on high, “and remand you to the custody of the California State Department of Corrections for…” here she hesitated, and I took up the slack.

    “If it please, Your Honor, “Give me a break.”

    “I will give you a break, and enough time to consider your collection of exotic mind-altering substances and where they brought you. You stand before me as if I were your Mother. Our society and legal system have placed you and I in these rolls, but at the same time you expect me to be impartial. Moms are never impartial. Other countries have different laws than in the United States. Those substances are illegal here. It’s as simple as that.

    “Nine months.”

    Bap, Bap, went the Tough Love Gavel in her murderous hand. You could hear it all the way out in the hall.

    ***
    continued…maybe.

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    Continuation of Story

    So that’s in the future, but when in the future? That will be up to my new daddy, the judge. Hope he likes my report card from this marvelous institution. Maybe Judge Daddy will let me pass to the next grade and matriculate in San Diego. If not, I’ll probably stay in LA County and rot here instead. Learning uncomfortable life-lessons has never been easy for me, a man of little self-examination. You must know your own materials with certainty, your strengths, your weaknesses, before you can forge them together to make substantial changes. With a proper set of tools and resources, a man can set out to explore new horizons, make new discoveries, even discoveries about the deepest recesses of his hidden interior.

    Myself is the unknown land, the blackest spot on the map, the darkest corner of my being, the one I’ve never probed. Why are the places closest up the last to be explored? Is it because we think we already know them? How wrong can we be about ourselves?

    Like Huck Finn, I figure it’s time I lit out to explore the wandering river that is me and come up with some answers, and if not answers, questions worth asking.
    And then there’s Divine Power to consider. Is it with me on this one? If not, can I do it on my own? I’m humbled by the idea of Divine Intervention, but feel responsible for my own course and destination, barring nature itself, and its random interventions. Freewill puts us in charge. We are all handed trials and tribulations, but it’s how you handle them that counts.

    In the end I didn’t find out anything about the report they sent back to San Diego, whether it was good or bad or ugly. But the results were reflected in the sentencing, its length, and where I would be sent. Later I would dream about what happened in court in my typical twisted fashion, and along with that, the sleepy night-night dream version of the bust that led up to it.

    The Bust

    And you take your time
    And you do your crime
    Well you made your bed
    I made mine.” Lil’ Wayne

    Two loud knocks were heard on my door. Bill the Tree-trimmer answered, and not one or two, but seven men pushed past him in a hurry, all total strangers. The only one that talked to me directly was busy reciting something. I’d heard this piece before on Dragnet. It was the Miranda Act. It started with, "You have the right to remain silent," and went on from there. I suspected I might be in trouble.

    Two men were F.B.I. Two worked narcotics. Two were sheriffs and the other bozo was there, as he explained later “just for fun.” From the other room I heard one of them, the Bozo that was there 'just for fun', shout, "Bingo!"

    I suspected I was in worse trouble.

    When they put me in the back of the car I had a sneaking suspicion my world was about to change in a big way. For once in my life I was right.

    I was mad, sad, and disappointed. All this trouble and they never even took out their big bad guns.

    Six months later I was sent up.

    The courtroom, when I got to the courtroom, was like every other courtroom. That is to say; dull. So I’ll waste no words to describe it. They led me in wearing my county blue jumpsuit and on my wrists were gun-metal blue bracelets, a matching pair, attached to each other so I couldn’t lose them, and you had to notice that they perfectly matched my eyes. They insisted I wear them not for fashion, but to prevent me leaving the proceedings if things got too dull, or if I decided to bolt, which is much the same thing.

    The judge was a woman judge so I’ll say nothing about that other than I got on with women but we already know that. She found me guilty, of that fact she had not the slightest doubt. So that just left the sentencing.

    “I find you guilty as sin,” she announced from on high, “and remand you to the custody of the California State Department of Corrections for…” here she hesitated, and I took up the slack.

    “If it please, Your Honor, “Give me a break.”

    “I will give you a break, and enough time to consider your collection of exotic mind-altering substances and where they brought you. You stand before me as if I were your Mother. Our society and legal system have placed you and I in these rolls, but at the same time you expect me to be impartial. Moms are never impartial. Other countries have different laws than in the United States. Those substances are illegal here. It’s as simple as that.

    “Nine months.”

    Bap, Bap, went the Tough Love Gavel in her murderous hand. You could hear it all the way out in the hall.

    ***
    continued…maybe.

    ©StevenHunley2019

    https://youtu.be/u0n4eMGXAyk Kevin Rudolf - Let It Rock ft. Lil Wayne

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