Josh Q. Public vs. the Law

So I figured I should let people know what’s going on with me. Tomorrow and Thursday I have court in the morning, and again next week. I have a slew of charges still pending. I may very well be getting locked up tomorrow. If I disappear for a while, that is why. I am not dead yet, I might just be spending a little time in the Wake county Hilton.

I wish I could say that I am facing this all like a man, but honestly I am really stressed out about the whole thing. I will probably be able to get my job back when I get out, if they don’t give me weekend time. But even weekend time is hard. Your entire week becomes work and jail. It’s no fun. And my woman could very well leave me. I would be surprised if she sticks around, and I can’t blame her. She may have already written me off, I haven’t been able to contact her in a few weeks. That’s bumming me out. But I’m not really able to be there for her like I should be, due to all these legal problems, so maybe she’d be better off with someone else.

I’ve been facing all of this for a long time now, almost half a year, so I am ready to get it over with and find out my fate. It’s hard having your future in limbo, impotent to do anything about it. I’m ready to go back inside. I’ve mentally prepared myself for that atmosphere. I am ready for the violence and the tension and the never ending vigilance. You think my last post was racial? You should get locked up, it’s like a fucking race war on the inside. And the whole thing sucks. But I can deal with it. If I was strong enough to cope when I was eighteen, I’m definitely strong enough now.

My branch manager got fired today, so if I get weekend time and continue my job, we start the wait for a new manager. And a new manager is like corporate Russian roulette. This last one was an incompetent slacker, but he stayed out of our shit so we could do our jobs. The one before him was the bitchiest bitch in all of hell. Fucking micromanaging cunt rag is what she was. Not a day goes by that the people there don’t talk about how much she sucked and how they all still hate her. I really don’t want another one of those. So that’s exciting.

That’s all I have time for tonight. I’m going to jail, possibly getting dumped, and waiting for a new boss. If I’m free tomorrow night I might tell you the story about the night cattle in our back yard, or the haunted light in Nate and Sami’s room. God I wish I was still a stoner cause I could really use some fucking pot right now. That damn muscle tick started back up in my eye. Peace out Earth.