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Modern Memoir Of A Pre-Mature Felon

It was this very day, two years ago when a misdemeanor incodent occured with my companion and long-time, partner in crime, Kevin Goforth. In the morning of October 25, 2004, I was at "the square" by the reels, outside the west entrance of Lewisville High School, where I and my other miguided misfit companions woulsd assemble to commune. In conversation with him, my intellectually inferior companion, Kevin had ridden his bike to school, and brought with him a spray can of black hair dye, that he was going to use for that upcoming Halloween. We had conversed of this hair dye, and me, being in my usual retarded frame of mind, took the hair dye from him, in curiosity of how wll it would work. Like the dumb fuck that I was, and still am. I took the hair dye from him, and marked the letters "FU" underneath the reall, on a sement barrier, for the rest of other happily gay and retarded students and faculties to view as they walked across. Soon afterward, my counter-part, Kevin, added the letters "CK THIS SCHOOL, giving the nice message "FUCK THIS SCHOOL," in advertisement of how he truly felt. He had already been in enough trouble at schoo anyway, so more than likely would have remained out of trouble, if he refrained from participating in the act. The bell had rang, and we had quickly escaped to first period's Mr. Fagley's class, who was our Communication drafting teacher. We had thought that we had gotten away with the crime, at this time, considering our astounding record of all of the crimes that we have plotted and participated in, without getting caught. Soon that day, our vice principals, Mr. Cock and Mr. Lynch, had done enough harassment and interrogation among the students to get answers. They found the hair dye with Kevin. They caught me afterwards that day at lunch, outside, when Mr. Lynch came to get me with a sausage head, Dunkin Donut swilling, tuna smelling police officer to escort me to the office, and interrogate me to the office, and for about an hour while I was still there. They violated perhaps all of the interrogation laws among citizens, that I was naive of at that time, but with severe pending pressure, they were eventually able to get e to regirgitate the confession. They arrested Kevin and I both, to take us to the police station, get our finger prints, profile us, and every other shit that they could, because more than likely they mistaked us for street thugs, when we were actually occultic posessed punks. Perhaps even worse, compared to most people. Kevin's grandmother was soon there to pick him up from the police station, considering that he was a minor. I was eighteen, so they pretty much treated me as the fresh meat cell-bitch. They cut off allo of my rubber bracelets, stripped me of all my bondage, and neclases. The cop behind the counter seemed to think that I was apart of some Satanic cult, after taking my Pentagram, Pentacle, and every elaborate Cruscifix from me. Unfortunately for them, they couldn't find any bladdes or drugs that they could nail me on to further increse thier impending charge. I was locked up in the holding cell, until I could contact my father, who was in Lubbock at that time. They found some Viatamin C pills in my prescription container, which the checked for drugs. They must've been humiliated for the money that they wasted in testing it, which i was laughing my ass off. They set my bond at $1500. I knew that I was fucked. On the fortunate side, I made new drug connections for others who had been in the holding cell. We bullshitted around, flipping off and mooning the camera, until we were subject to arrest again. We even pretended to be masterbating under the covers at 1am I had been in the holding cell for twelve hours at this time. They still hadn't contacted, and perhaps refused to contact my parents, who lived all the way in Flower Mound at this time, which was a separate town. I asked for my prescription, which I hope would expedite my bail. I was on my way to the Denton County jail that next morning, if it hadn't been for me faking a ceizure, Fortunately my parents came to get me, and posted bail. Ofcourse I heard to hear the bitching and lecture from my mother, while my father sympathized with me, knewing that it was a learning experience, having gone through the grandeur of the Texas legal system, himself. That very next morning, I was back at school at 6am, until I was immediately caught by Mr. Lynch, who had asked me to wait in the office to lay down the penalty for the crime of the century. I was to be suspended for three days, then serve two days of PASS (Principal's Alternative to School Suspencion), which was basically in school suspension. Finally, on that following Monday, I was to serve twenty school days of AEP (Alternative Education Program), where I was subject to the fine standard dress code of a plain white T-Shirt, tucked in blue jeans, no jewelry, and walking through metal detectors each morning. I even came close to getting suspended for a days for having a two write ups for pencil poking contests, given by this black assistant teacher, butch dyke, military bitch, who I eventually learned to make peace with at the end of my term, and ofcourse pay for the $150 damage that had been inflicted. I was almost written up a third time, but I had fortunately talked the teacher in letting me out. It may seem that that time was very shitty for me, but my girl friend, Trish, at the time made it the best month of my senior year. When I was done cheating on my work to improve my grades, I would break the highly condemning rules of drawing portraits of her on cards, and making figurines of her character, Fred, from paper clips. She was the inspiration that got me out of the holding cell that night, and I thought of nothing else. She was my freedom. I made it back to school in early December, and my heart was sheered, when she had broken up with me on the 6th of that month, However, we were good friends with benefits after about a three month silence, and my Prom date at the end of that year. I was on the verge of dropping out and getting my GED, but I was too proud to let that happen My Senior year was my best year, considering the shit that I went through to pull me out of it. I missed parts of other days for bull shit court dates, when I was eventually put on a one year diversion program, because my lawyer, which I payed another $15oo for was close friends with the District Attorney, the city chump, and laughing stock of the nation, Bruce Isaacs who was the one that pressed charges. No attorney locally would take the case, and even the school didn't want to press charges, but he pursued anyway. This is a shit clown that detained an 6th grader for writing a scary stry for Halloween, that he made an A on for five days. It made all major news networks, papers, and even Good Morning America. He went all the way to the Texas Supreme Court, revealing his insecurity over a news comic in the Dallas observer that he claimed threatened "his good name." His son has been in trouble for shooting twelve year old girls in the ass with pelot guns, along with a friend. His mother set the bond at $500. He wasn't a minor at this time either,. He was out that night, because his D.A. was his Daddy, while his counter part was left in jail, deservingly, for the next few days, until he could post bond. He was also in trouble for showing his friend how to shoot a gun at a tree in his back yard, in a highly populated neighborhood in Carrolton, which bail for him was also $500. He has also been in trouble for assaulting a store clerk, trying to steal alcohol. This all coming from a shit spoon fuckject of an attorney who knock over little high school kids for misdemeanor mischief, and presses felony charges as hobbies. He was also known to accept bribes from drug dealers, and use citizen tax money to take vacations. Fortuately enough voters rallied this term to to boot the dickelberry out of office. Goddamn, I wanted to murder him. I wanted to slit his fucking throat and watch him slowly bleed to death. I wanted to cruscify him on an upside down burning cross, mutilate him, and eat him visiously, while he was still alive. Then plunge his soul to hell through a toilet with a pitch fork. I even casted spells and prayed for his gruesome slaughter. No doubt my father did as well. I was to call in every Thursday on probation, or be arrested. I was to see a quief queen cunt licking fuck bag, named Carrol Montgomery every two weeks on my probation, or be arrested, and serve two years in jail. I was to pay $500 to the state. six drug and alcohol awareness classes, which cost $40 each, and 100 hours community service, which I served at Christian Community Action, where I mostly worked with a hillarious janitor, very grotesque, who accepted sloppy head from a sixteen year old boy, who was in for psyche therapy, and listened to rap music, as a sixty-eight year old white male. He said that I had mental issues, which was probably why we got along so well. My crude jokes, and my resistance to be appauled by his grotesque actions made a great connection. While on probation, which was five months after, a $60 incodent, I continued to lie my way out of trouble, do drugs, vandelize, and ruthless destruction. I have no clue, how the fuck i passed my drug test, but i groomed like a good representative of the public. It must've looked good, all of the sports and organizations I joined in High School, because I was bored. I even wone acedimic and good citizenship awards at the end of that yearr, and made the Dean's List my first semester of college. I floated from temporary ware house job to gardening to book store, to make sure my probation, twinkie-eating, oral defocating officer bitch, didn't bitch, or would've kicked me off the program, and wanted to see all of my habits and grades at school, or go to jail. I still need to get my goddamn record exponged, so i can get a decent job. I moved to Denton, and didn't stay away from the bar scene or club scene, like I was instructed, or go to jail. It must've helped considerably that I was never caught for drugs. I was finally off the program in good standings, told the bitch to go to hell, and moved forward in my life. I attempted to type this blog last night, but I had a ceizure in the library, and was detained, and given a ride home by the fire department. I hope that it went through well on my second attempt. This event in my life in how I was fucked over for two letters of black hair dye, advertised to be spray paint to further prosecution, had a traumatic affect on my memories in the past two years., fighting through the shit of the human right violating Texas justice system. Ofcourse, I learned my lesson, but this incodent was absurd, and injustified, while wife beaters, rapists, and child molesters can get slaps on the wrists, and beurocratic politicos get wealthy off of turning high school kids into police statistics. I hope that they all croke, before being butchered, tortured, and brutally slaughtered in a donut factory or a shoot out with religious radicals, who get blown up in the process.