Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Doug, that’s my cousin, was the engineer, he had the know-how, and I had the money and an eye for design. I’d been taking bikes apart and putting them back together since I was like thirteen, but this would be the first time I was building one from the ground up. It was exciting and if all went well could mean a lifetime of security, so yeah I was stoked.
When the knock came at the door I thought it was some of the others coming to smoke my shit, so it had taken me a second to make sense out of what I was seeing before me. There was a contingent of fucking good ole boys on my doorstep, loaded for bear. This is some good fucking weed, I thought. Shit had me seeing video games in the flesh and shit. Dumb fuck!
Doug’s ‘oh shit’ from behind alerted me to the fact that this was no game and reality hit. “What the fuck?” I don’t quite remember what happened after that. I was so high for all I know I could’ve been watching a movie or some shit. But the next day when I woke up in fucking jail and was then led to interrogation, the last of my high evaporated.
The first shock wasn’t that she’d accused me of fucking her no; it was the fact that the deputies claimed they found pounds of weed in my place. I was never dumb enough to do that shit knowing how much of a hard-on the hypocrites in my town, who’d run a meth lab outta their basement, while carting you off to jail for using that shit had.
I knew there was no point arguing, in small towns like this all across America, lives are destroyed in just this way. I had no money to hire a decent lawyer since I’d sunk it all into the deal, so my shit stain public attorney was the best I could do. No matter how I looked at it, I was fucked and I knew it. He ran his spiel, but I was light years ahead of him. Had to find a way to get the best out of this shit show that I can. Hand had already been dealt, now I had to play it.
In the end I ran my own show, telling him what to do. I knew the best way to get out of this shit before my life was completely over, was to play along. The charges were child endangerment, the corruption of a minor etc. and possession with intent to sell.
I played on my time in the service, playing a long shot with the judge who had a nephew who’d served, and it paid off. The sexual shit had been dropped halfway through when there was no evidence and my accuser had been less than believable on the stand.
That shit could’ve gone either way since she’d been scared as fuck on the stand, talking all over her face and shaking like a leaf in a high wind. Many could’ve thought that was on account of fear of me for what I’d supposedly done to her, but miraculously they seemed to see through her bullshit and tossed it. She seemed almost as relieved as I was.
The weed though, would’ve carried a hefty sentence, but since I ran game on the judge, I got five years instead of the almost twenty I was looking at. It was still five years too many and believe me I was pissed, but I had already accepted that it was the best I was gonna get. Some had gone away a lot longer for a lot less.
I used my time inside wisely. Finishing up the degree I’d started my first few years in the marines. I stayed focused, anger and hate my only companions. I wasn’t a criminal and didn’t intend to befriend any while I was locked away with these animals.
I’d learned a lot about being on my own for long periods of time as a sniper in the marines, so my self enforced solitude was damn near a cake walk. Add the fact that I hate fucking criminals and that shit was easy.
Some of the guards tried getting on my good side but by then I had none, and I didn’t want to be friends with them either. All I wanted was for my time to be up so I could get the fuck out and put my shit back together. I marked off the days on the wall and made sure I used each day there to my benefit in some way no matter how small.
My parents hadn’t given up on me thank fuck. I told them my side and since I’d never lied to them, they believed me. I talked dad into buying into a start-up company in silicone valley my second year in, and though he bitched and moaned he caved in the end.