So I have been monitoring my monitor, some fun life huh?! Well, by that I mean, I would go out in the morning at my allowed time and take my dog out, then walk the buildings to see what windows need cleaned and what laundry rooms need redone from the shitbags who cant clean up after themselves of spilled laundry soap, dryer sheets and lint on the floor, detergent containers empty and left scattered around the laundry room rather than put into the trash. Nevertheless, I came in from my rounds and watched the monitor to see if it turned red when I walked in. Sure enough it did. Now, this leads me to conclude that yet again my PO has not put in my cleaning times AGAIN!!! How hard is this. First off, I had to get a letter from my employer that stated the address of where I was working, the days and times, the phone number of the office and of course on the business letter head and the PO went down to confirm the employment. So, my letter states I clean from 9-5 M-F. How hard it is to put that into the computer? I never had issues with my cleaning schedule before. My monitor didn't call out until 5pm on the weekdays and randomly during the weekends. That is why I conclude that the cleaning schedule has not been put in yet again. There is no reason that it should have been taken out. This is a reason I had to leave Denny's because I could only have one work schedule in the system. Now, my PO knows that I left Denny's and my original work schedule has not been put back into the system. Frankly, it is pissing me off. I know when she makes her rounds she will be asking why I have not cleaned. Well, it's simply, my damn monitor goes red when I leave my fucking house you cooze!!! Like I do not understand why or how it is so difficult to put a standing schedule in the computer so that I have my cleaning time. Seriously. I know when she first hooked me up, she told me she has 30 people to supervise. Uh, ok.....and? You want what from me? That is the career you decided to take, you will not get sympathy from me. Additional to the irritation of not being able to clean and take my dog outside to go to the fucking bathroom, I have contacted her several times to ask what is going on with my schedule and I have YET to get a returned phone call. This my readers, this is why people fail at house arrest. Because they still have to make a living and yet somehow the PO manages not to put the work schedule in. So what are they to do? Most people really do not pay attention to their monitor like I do. I am just parinoid. I will admit it! Most people call their work schedules in, expect their PO to do their JOB and go to work. Then come to find out the PO didn't do their job and rather than admitting they didn't do their job, they simply say, sorry but 1 I didn't get your message 2 I did not call you nack and give you the approval for your schedule, therefore it is understood I did not approve your schedule 3 A call was never placed, I check my messages daily and there was nothing from you about your work schedule. Therefore, that person in no in violation of their house arrest and gets hauled off to jail for the remainder of their probation and/or the alternative house arrest sentence the Judge had given them in replacement of time in jail. Don't get me wrong, there are people out there that intentionally remove their anklet knowing the consequences and go about their lives. They cause their own fate. However, the ones that are going to work and coming home like they are supposed to and getting into trouble bc their PO forgot to enter their work schedule in and their locations do not add up with the schedule that was entered into the computer is WRONG. But of course as a convicted criminal the Judge will not believe a word you utter, but rather side with the lazy PO and throw the criminal in jail. So, yes, I am frustrated because clearly my work schedule is not being put in and I am stepping out of bounds and that is going to or could fuck me up. As a precaution, I saved the letter that my employer wrote and had the PO sign off that she recieved a copy of the letter containing the schedule. I really do not care how she felt signing that letter. Because this is my life we are talking about. Additionally, anytime I have to schedule anything, if I call while she is in her office, on Monday, I make sure I have her on speaker phone and I record the conversation on my cellphone so that she cannot come back and say that conversation took place. Yeah, I have thought of a way or two to beat this system (as some would say), but I say it is looking out for me and making sure I have proof, the number on thing a criminal needs in defense to the judge. I have recorded every conversation I have had when it comes to calling the office and speaking with the PO, additionally, if she is out in the field during the remainder of the week, I text her that way I have proof that she was made aware of my appointment or what have you and her response is also documented noting that she gave permission to attend during the windows in which I provided for her.
I have always loathed any and all law enforcements since I was a young child. When you are a child and telling cops that you are being abused at home, and nothing is done. You have ZERO respect for them. You mean to tell me you could not check the situation out? File a report? So after going through that for years of telling officers and other adults that I was being hurt at home and nothing being done about it, I have very little respect for law enforcement. Don't lie to kids and tell them you are there to protect them then when a kid comes and tells you something you shrug it off. FUCK YOU! Another reason I loathe officers and law enforcement as a whole, I have seen countless times in my days of cops turning their lights on just to pass through a red light then turning them back off once through the light. I can count on one hand the amount of officers I have personally witness wear a seat belt, but yet we are required by law to wear one. We are not allowed to speed without repercussions. Yes, we still speed in hopes of not being caught. But when we are caught we pay a find and get points on our license right? Yet, they speed whenever they want to without any repercussions. I literally followed a cop before when he randomly began speeding. Where did this cop end up? Meeting his buddy in the parking lot of subway then going in to order food and eat. Are you kidding me?!! You mean to tell me you have the 'right' to speed because you have a badge and apparently are meeting your bro for lunch?! Why can't I speed (without repercussions) when I am meeting someone? Why aren't I allowed to run a red light when I do not feel like waiting for the next green light? Or what about that stop sign that I do not want to stop at? Why are you allowed to run it and not pay a fine but I am not? I am for equality in every sense of the word, equal pay for equal work, equal laws for all, equal consequences for all regardless if you have a badge or millions of dollars. I have no respect for those who are supposed to enforce and uphold the law and yet are selective in what laws they abide by. How about the woman married to an officer who beats the shit out of her? Who is she supposed to call, after all, he is the law.....right? Where do her rights go when her husband continues to beat her, knowing nothing will be done to him because he is an officer of the law?! When do we hold EVERYONE responsible to follow the law, that includes cops. I am not saying all cops are bad cops, however, I am saying there are far too many who abuse their piece of shit piece of metal with numbers, name and seal on it because they feel they are above the law! Fuck the crooked cops and other law enforcers. That goes for correction officers who sneak shit into prison and/or jail for their favorite prisoners or who gives one person an extra 5 mins in the shower and not the rest of the pod an extra 5 mins. That goes for lawyers who abuse their knowledge and the system. But after all, lawyers know they are liars and good at it. Sadly, that is what they get paid for....getting people off. In that rant, all I am saying is people who are supposed to enforce and uphold the law, who abuse their power piss me off and leave them with no respect. Then they wonder why persons cannot trust them, don't respect them, and speak to them the same way they are being spoken to.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Challenging but manageable
I continue to find house arrest more and more challenging but yet manageable at the same time if that makes any sense.
It is challenging because my family lives in Erie and I live out in Pittsburgh area. Therefore, no family comes to visit me. That is hard especially when the days seem to get longer and longer and longer. You might say, call them. Yep, I do that but there is nothing like seeing and spending time with your family. Try to imagine not having family around for any holidays at all, no amazing life events such as becoming pregnant or going months without seeing your loved ones. Pretty hard to envision huh. Some might say, well you did the crime now this is your punishment, they would not come to see you if you were in prison. True. I do not discount any of those suggestions, facts, realities and so forth. All I am simply saying is, even though I made a mistake and did the crime, it is incredibly frustrating, hard and makes the time go much slower when you do not have family around you. I used to think I would be ale to move to another state and forget all about family because I was never entirely close to my family. Boy was I wrong. Or is it more painful knowing that I cannot just pack up for a weekend and go visit? Perhaps it is both. I have not seen my family since June 2015. that is a very long time if you really stop to think about it. By the time I make it home, following the birth of our child, it will be June of 2017. That's two years of missed birthdays, holidays, picnics, special occasions, nieces and nephews sporting events and plays and so on. I know that my current situation is no ones fault but my own. I know that and take full responsibility. I don't want it to come off as though I expected the charges to be dropped and so on or that I should have a special house arrest because that is not the case at all. Simply, I am sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. One thing I learned from all this aside from to never do what I did again, is that had I lied to the police, I would have gotten off free. I would have went to trial and there is no physical evidence to link me to my actions. Sure a blood test was given to the 'victim' and tested positive for the medication, HOWEVER, the allegation of when I gave it and the ACTUAL FACTS of when I did give it are no where near close. Moreover, all the statements from people surrounded by me on that day explicitly stated that they did not see me give the medication on the day in question. So realistically, I could not have been proven without a glimmer of doubt guilty. Furthermore, the girl I was working with on the day of the allegations, was mad because I took her overtime (yes, petty), and her brother is a very well known drug dealer of pills in his area. She very easily could have given her the medication and tried to pin me. Which in my heart, I wholeheartedly believe. You can try to say I am not taking responsibility or saying that is an excuse or cop out, but in reality, 1- you were not there and did not witness it 2- you have no idea the malicious people I worked with (the accusing co-worker, brought weed to the house and would smoke on shift, brought random guys to the house and would fuck them in the basement while on shift, beat the shit out of the individual and the list goes on) 3- even my lawyer said the whole case is fishy and does not add up from the beginning. You are entitled to your opinion by all means, just do not be blinded by the facts. Yes, one might say, well how do we know these are the facts when you could be switching the story or making stuff up. Valid point, however, if I wanted to do any of that, I wouldn't have began writing this blog. I have no desire to flip the script. Think about it, in doing so where does that get me? What do I gain or benefit from doing so? One of the biggest and most annoying misconceptions people have is just because someone made a mistake and has a criminal record, that they are bad people. News flash, we aren't. We made a bad decision. Like most everyone in life has made a bad decision, some worse than others, some having legal consequences others not. I know people who have driven drunk, gotten into accidents because of it, or hit deer and because they have connections with the law, they escaped charges, records, points on their license, and/or simply brought back home by the police without even a slap on the wrist! All because they elected to name drop to get them out of trouble. I know people who have bold face lied about not doing something they did and because there was not enough evidence that points directly to them, they get off. Is that right? To each their own. I know that for me, telling the truth and accepting the consequences was the right and only thing to do. I would not own doing my crime on the day in question, simply because I did not do it on that day. That to some may look like denial but it is not. Why would I plead guilty to something that is said to have happened on the wrong day? I didn't do it that day, I did it another day in a completely different month. I will own my mistakes, but refuse to own something I did not do.
In lieu of family being too busy to call or visit, I have found a friend in an unlikely source. I went to high school with her and had her on my FB list. Never did I think this person whom I knew of many years ago, would become my saving grace, my sanity, and a friend. With my wife working 80 hour weeks, it gets lonely. People are so busy these days that they don't have time to chat, let alone visit. I have found comfort in our odd friendship in which so many random things are discussed simply for conversation. Many days our random conversation has helped pass time and make the days seem to go a bit more normal in terms of speed. She has two kids, is a stay at home mom, basically an old man in terms of her passion for gardening, gym goer and an overall good person. Most of the times, our conversations start off pretty random and typically end up in an area of TMI, random facts and good laughs. Sounds like a crush? NOPE!!!! We are both married, her to a man and myself to a female. That alone should tell you there is nothing short of friendship. Our conversations give me comfort. Truly they do. Have you tried secluding yourself in your house and not speaking to anyone? You become 'down' pretty darn quick. Now give that a whirl for 9 months!!! I am trying to maintain a positive outlook about this rather than getting down in the slums about it. Some days are easier than others to be honest. Some days, when the weather is cold and rainy, make for a good day to cuddle up with a movie and a blanket. Others, when people are polluting the outside on nice days, make it harder because all I want to do is go out and interact with people. I used to consider myself an introvert long before this happened. I enjoyed time by myself, possibly because I have 9 sisters, (including one that lived elsewhere), or we have a large immediate family that always seemed to be gathering for family events, even something small as a picnic. Maybe then, I really enjoyed alone time and declared myself to be an introvert. But looking at things now and my situation, I don't entirely believe I am an introvert. I, like most other persons, enjoy and require me time. Sometimes, I feel guilty for that, other times, I could care less because this is who I am and I cannot control it.
Nevertheless, finding someone to talk to on a daily basis is refreshing, comforting, exciting and gave me a new outlook on 'relationships.'
It is challenging because my family lives in Erie and I live out in Pittsburgh area. Therefore, no family comes to visit me. That is hard especially when the days seem to get longer and longer and longer. You might say, call them. Yep, I do that but there is nothing like seeing and spending time with your family. Try to imagine not having family around for any holidays at all, no amazing life events such as becoming pregnant or going months without seeing your loved ones. Pretty hard to envision huh. Some might say, well you did the crime now this is your punishment, they would not come to see you if you were in prison. True. I do not discount any of those suggestions, facts, realities and so forth. All I am simply saying is, even though I made a mistake and did the crime, it is incredibly frustrating, hard and makes the time go much slower when you do not have family around you. I used to think I would be ale to move to another state and forget all about family because I was never entirely close to my family. Boy was I wrong. Or is it more painful knowing that I cannot just pack up for a weekend and go visit? Perhaps it is both. I have not seen my family since June 2015. that is a very long time if you really stop to think about it. By the time I make it home, following the birth of our child, it will be June of 2017. That's two years of missed birthdays, holidays, picnics, special occasions, nieces and nephews sporting events and plays and so on. I know that my current situation is no ones fault but my own. I know that and take full responsibility. I don't want it to come off as though I expected the charges to be dropped and so on or that I should have a special house arrest because that is not the case at all. Simply, I am sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. One thing I learned from all this aside from to never do what I did again, is that had I lied to the police, I would have gotten off free. I would have went to trial and there is no physical evidence to link me to my actions. Sure a blood test was given to the 'victim' and tested positive for the medication, HOWEVER, the allegation of when I gave it and the ACTUAL FACTS of when I did give it are no where near close. Moreover, all the statements from people surrounded by me on that day explicitly stated that they did not see me give the medication on the day in question. So realistically, I could not have been proven without a glimmer of doubt guilty. Furthermore, the girl I was working with on the day of the allegations, was mad because I took her overtime (yes, petty), and her brother is a very well known drug dealer of pills in his area. She very easily could have given her the medication and tried to pin me. Which in my heart, I wholeheartedly believe. You can try to say I am not taking responsibility or saying that is an excuse or cop out, but in reality, 1- you were not there and did not witness it 2- you have no idea the malicious people I worked with (the accusing co-worker, brought weed to the house and would smoke on shift, brought random guys to the house and would fuck them in the basement while on shift, beat the shit out of the individual and the list goes on) 3- even my lawyer said the whole case is fishy and does not add up from the beginning. You are entitled to your opinion by all means, just do not be blinded by the facts. Yes, one might say, well how do we know these are the facts when you could be switching the story or making stuff up. Valid point, however, if I wanted to do any of that, I wouldn't have began writing this blog. I have no desire to flip the script. Think about it, in doing so where does that get me? What do I gain or benefit from doing so? One of the biggest and most annoying misconceptions people have is just because someone made a mistake and has a criminal record, that they are bad people. News flash, we aren't. We made a bad decision. Like most everyone in life has made a bad decision, some worse than others, some having legal consequences others not. I know people who have driven drunk, gotten into accidents because of it, or hit deer and because they have connections with the law, they escaped charges, records, points on their license, and/or simply brought back home by the police without even a slap on the wrist! All because they elected to name drop to get them out of trouble. I know people who have bold face lied about not doing something they did and because there was not enough evidence that points directly to them, they get off. Is that right? To each their own. I know that for me, telling the truth and accepting the consequences was the right and only thing to do. I would not own doing my crime on the day in question, simply because I did not do it on that day. That to some may look like denial but it is not. Why would I plead guilty to something that is said to have happened on the wrong day? I didn't do it that day, I did it another day in a completely different month. I will own my mistakes, but refuse to own something I did not do.
In lieu of family being too busy to call or visit, I have found a friend in an unlikely source. I went to high school with her and had her on my FB list. Never did I think this person whom I knew of many years ago, would become my saving grace, my sanity, and a friend. With my wife working 80 hour weeks, it gets lonely. People are so busy these days that they don't have time to chat, let alone visit. I have found comfort in our odd friendship in which so many random things are discussed simply for conversation. Many days our random conversation has helped pass time and make the days seem to go a bit more normal in terms of speed. She has two kids, is a stay at home mom, basically an old man in terms of her passion for gardening, gym goer and an overall good person. Most of the times, our conversations start off pretty random and typically end up in an area of TMI, random facts and good laughs. Sounds like a crush? NOPE!!!! We are both married, her to a man and myself to a female. That alone should tell you there is nothing short of friendship. Our conversations give me comfort. Truly they do. Have you tried secluding yourself in your house and not speaking to anyone? You become 'down' pretty darn quick. Now give that a whirl for 9 months!!! I am trying to maintain a positive outlook about this rather than getting down in the slums about it. Some days are easier than others to be honest. Some days, when the weather is cold and rainy, make for a good day to cuddle up with a movie and a blanket. Others, when people are polluting the outside on nice days, make it harder because all I want to do is go out and interact with people. I used to consider myself an introvert long before this happened. I enjoyed time by myself, possibly because I have 9 sisters, (including one that lived elsewhere), or we have a large immediate family that always seemed to be gathering for family events, even something small as a picnic. Maybe then, I really enjoyed alone time and declared myself to be an introvert. But looking at things now and my situation, I don't entirely believe I am an introvert. I, like most other persons, enjoy and require me time. Sometimes, I feel guilty for that, other times, I could care less because this is who I am and I cannot control it.
Nevertheless, finding someone to talk to on a daily basis is refreshing, comforting, exciting and gave me a new outlook on 'relationships.'
Thursday, October 20, 2016
First 2 Months
House arrest comes with a lot of rules to be completely honest. During their recognized holidays (a list is given), I am on what is called lock down. I cannot leave for any reason at all. Not even to go to work unless my employer writes a letter explaining it is mandatory for me to be at work on a holiday. If I make medical appointments, I have to give my PO a 48 hr notice and she has the right to refuse any appointments. Additionally, I have court mandated things I have to do as part of my punishment as well. I have work release from 8am-5pm M-F. Anything outside those times, I am not permitted to leave my house for any given reason unless it is an emergency which involves me going to the hospital. If I schedule an appointment and make my PO aware of the appointment and she does not get back to me to confirm the appointment, then I have to cancel the appointment. Well, if I cared or desired to take the risk of the PO having put that "window" (that is what the allotted time frame is called) and just left thinking they did put the window in and turns out they didn't, I go to jail for breaking my house arrest. Those are the basic and most important rules essentially.
First two months on house arrest are terrible. I have spent more time sitting on my ass doing nothing and resenting my situation than I have being productive in general. I use my work days to work being I live at the place that I am working, I never get a change of scenery. Plus I have that time to take my dog outside for bathroom breaks. There is nothing worse than having to rely on someone to do everything for you. Literally. My wife not only works 80 hours a week but also has to do the grocery shopping (since I live with someone I am not granted two hours a month to shop), take the dog to the groomers, incidental shopping, errands, medication picked up from the pharmacy and the list goes on and on. Essentially, if I am not going to a Dr. appointment, scheduled work or court mandated appointment then I am locked up in my house.
Weekends are the absolute worst. From 5pm Friday to 730am Monday I cannot leave my house for any reason what so ever. So if my wife got into a car accident, I wouldn't be able to tend to her. If a family member passed away in Erie (home town), I couldn't go and be with my family or attend the services.....NOTHING. So you might be thinking....well you did the crime you have to do the time.....
You're right, I am deserving of my sentence. However, I will say, house arrest should not be cookie cutter but rather tailored to each person within reason. I say that for a number of reasons. First and foremost, not every person is able to stand being in the house for hours and hours on end for days, weeks, months. It's dehumanizing. Nothing left to say about that.
Why should house arrest be tailored?
Well not everyone is the same. Some people have mental health issues that really interfere with life as whole. For example. I personally have depression, anxiety, PTSD, bi-polar and borderline personality disorder. What a friggin list right!!! Well with my wonderful cocktail of diagnoses its very complex to treat making sure the medications are not interacting negatively with each other, or cancelling the other out, bringing on additional side effects and causing more problems. So having these fun things to deal with daily I personally need human interaction. I always have. I need people to communicate with, to socialize.....if I don't I fall deeper into depression, have uncontrollable manic episodes, those are just to name a few. So being trapped in an apartment, makes my mental health worse, which screws with my meds, increases my Dr. appointments and money out of my pocket. I truly believe that depending on the nature of ones crime their house arrest should be more tailored. Like I read about someone having a curfew, during the day they have freedom to go and do whatever they want so long as they are home by their curfew time. This lady got her nails done, visited family, hair done, shopping, worked, spent time hanging out with friends, going for joy rides, attending family functions and so on. Hell it was my wife's birthday and I couldn't even take her to dinner like I always have, I couldn't go buy her a card or a gift. I hand made the card and ordered something online for her. It really takes the fun out of the gift, not being able to go out and about and look around, read through cards till you find the perfect one or pick up stuff to make a cake....or more me...buy a cake lol. Nevertheless, it seems like the fun and excitement in our lives have dissipated for the time being. Now you may think, no problem just have family come over and visit you.Well my family lives in Erie, as stated before. My wife's family does not know that I am on house arrest and realistically there is no way we can get her family in our small apartment. Additionally, her family lives nearly an hour from us and I do not foresee anyone aside from her father driving in for a visit. He has come in a couple times which has been nice. With my wife working 80 hours a week, I am left here alone to my own thoughts, which makes it very hard on bad days.
First two months on house arrest are terrible. I have spent more time sitting on my ass doing nothing and resenting my situation than I have being productive in general. I use my work days to work being I live at the place that I am working, I never get a change of scenery. Plus I have that time to take my dog outside for bathroom breaks. There is nothing worse than having to rely on someone to do everything for you. Literally. My wife not only works 80 hours a week but also has to do the grocery shopping (since I live with someone I am not granted two hours a month to shop), take the dog to the groomers, incidental shopping, errands, medication picked up from the pharmacy and the list goes on and on. Essentially, if I am not going to a Dr. appointment, scheduled work or court mandated appointment then I am locked up in my house.
Weekends are the absolute worst. From 5pm Friday to 730am Monday I cannot leave my house for any reason what so ever. So if my wife got into a car accident, I wouldn't be able to tend to her. If a family member passed away in Erie (home town), I couldn't go and be with my family or attend the services.....NOTHING. So you might be thinking....well you did the crime you have to do the time.....
You're right, I am deserving of my sentence. However, I will say, house arrest should not be cookie cutter but rather tailored to each person within reason. I say that for a number of reasons. First and foremost, not every person is able to stand being in the house for hours and hours on end for days, weeks, months. It's dehumanizing. Nothing left to say about that.
Why should house arrest be tailored?
Well not everyone is the same. Some people have mental health issues that really interfere with life as whole. For example. I personally have depression, anxiety, PTSD, bi-polar and borderline personality disorder. What a friggin list right!!! Well with my wonderful cocktail of diagnoses its very complex to treat making sure the medications are not interacting negatively with each other, or cancelling the other out, bringing on additional side effects and causing more problems. So having these fun things to deal with daily I personally need human interaction. I always have. I need people to communicate with, to socialize.....if I don't I fall deeper into depression, have uncontrollable manic episodes, those are just to name a few. So being trapped in an apartment, makes my mental health worse, which screws with my meds, increases my Dr. appointments and money out of my pocket. I truly believe that depending on the nature of ones crime their house arrest should be more tailored. Like I read about someone having a curfew, during the day they have freedom to go and do whatever they want so long as they are home by their curfew time. This lady got her nails done, visited family, hair done, shopping, worked, spent time hanging out with friends, going for joy rides, attending family functions and so on. Hell it was my wife's birthday and I couldn't even take her to dinner like I always have, I couldn't go buy her a card or a gift. I hand made the card and ordered something online for her. It really takes the fun out of the gift, not being able to go out and about and look around, read through cards till you find the perfect one or pick up stuff to make a cake....or more me...buy a cake lol. Nevertheless, it seems like the fun and excitement in our lives have dissipated for the time being. Now you may think, no problem just have family come over and visit you.Well my family lives in Erie, as stated before. My wife's family does not know that I am on house arrest and realistically there is no way we can get her family in our small apartment. Additionally, her family lives nearly an hour from us and I do not foresee anyone aside from her father driving in for a visit. He has come in a couple times which has been nice. With my wife working 80 hours a week, I am left here alone to my own thoughts, which makes it very hard on bad days.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
The Beginning
So I began my journey of house arrest, also known as intermediate punishment (in my county at least), Aug. 4, 2016. Let me give you a little background of what got me on house arrest.
In the summer of 2014, June to be more precise, I made a terrible choice which was the biggest mistake of my life. Without going into too much detail, because honestly, I am ashamed of my actions, what transpired was me giving my personal medication to another person. Sounds harmless....right? I mean drug dealers are out there selling their 'product' and killing their customers more and more each time they buy. Wrong. Giving my medications to another person could literally have killed them from mixing or interacting with their personal medicines.
How did I get caught? Explaining this is legit complicated because the police report as well as witness statements didn't match up at all. There were so many inconsistent things with this entire case it was an absolute shit show to put it nicely. So essentially when the police came knocking and asking questions, I was honest about my actions. I made sure to tell them EXACTLY what I did and WHEN...the when part is incredibly important because that was a huge part of the problem in this case.
So for two years I was on ROR. I was not allowed to leave the county in which I live for any reason, doing so would result in immediate incarceration. So when the day finally came to appear in front of the Judge to find out what my punishment was....I was scared. Not going to lie. I prayed for house arrest for the longest time. The possible outcomes that could have happened are as followed: 3 years in prison, 7 years in prison, probation, or house arrest. I could not imagine leaving my wife for 3 or even 7 years at that. So when the Judge handed her ruling down that I would serve 9 months intermediate punishment followed with three years probation. My immediate thought was, thank you God for answering my prayers. So I sent in the 100$ start up fee to get hooked up as soon as possible. My thought...the sooner the better.
I got my anklet put on Aug. 4, 2016 and it comes off May 4, 2016.....
In the summer of 2014, June to be more precise, I made a terrible choice which was the biggest mistake of my life. Without going into too much detail, because honestly, I am ashamed of my actions, what transpired was me giving my personal medication to another person. Sounds harmless....right? I mean drug dealers are out there selling their 'product' and killing their customers more and more each time they buy. Wrong. Giving my medications to another person could literally have killed them from mixing or interacting with their personal medicines.
How did I get caught? Explaining this is legit complicated because the police report as well as witness statements didn't match up at all. There were so many inconsistent things with this entire case it was an absolute shit show to put it nicely. So essentially when the police came knocking and asking questions, I was honest about my actions. I made sure to tell them EXACTLY what I did and WHEN...the when part is incredibly important because that was a huge part of the problem in this case.
So for two years I was on ROR. I was not allowed to leave the county in which I live for any reason, doing so would result in immediate incarceration. So when the day finally came to appear in front of the Judge to find out what my punishment was....I was scared. Not going to lie. I prayed for house arrest for the longest time. The possible outcomes that could have happened are as followed: 3 years in prison, 7 years in prison, probation, or house arrest. I could not imagine leaving my wife for 3 or even 7 years at that. So when the Judge handed her ruling down that I would serve 9 months intermediate punishment followed with three years probation. My immediate thought was, thank you God for answering my prayers. So I sent in the 100$ start up fee to get hooked up as soon as possible. My thought...the sooner the better.
I got my anklet put on Aug. 4, 2016 and it comes off May 4, 2016.....
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