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Conditional Sentence Revoked  (11/25/1998)

Things’ didn’t go well for me today.  That is why I’m still here writing this (I got a pen from Moe, at least I’m in good company) at breakfast.  They took me to court and told me I wasn’t going today.  So I called my lawyer and I did have to be there.  The staff here fucked up.  So they got me to court on time anyway (actually, if I had shut my mouth I could possibly have gotten this thing thrown out as it had to be heard within 30 days and today is the 29th day).  The prosecutor (that prick) presented his argument (that I should be locked up) and then we presented outs and I made a statement myself which apparently didn’t help cause the judge revoked my conditional sentences and now I’m servicng two years less a day.  My mother and father were there.  My mother didn’t take it that well.  [Janine] didn’t even show up as I expected (I took her off my visitors list today).  I think her problem (my problem) in court was that we didn’t give the judge a case similar to mine to go by.  I mean one where someone on a conditional sentence breached it and was given a short jail sentence plus completion of their conditional sentence.  But it’s too late for that.  I’m fucked now. 

So we put in an application for parole.  I could be out of here in 2 ½ months on parole to the Talbot House if things work out ok.  Although I never wanted to be a parolee.  But then who does?  If I stayed in here and completed my sentence I would be out in 11 months, no strings attached.  But I couldn’t hack it that long (new pen).  So it looks like parole is the way to go.  I’ll get more details on that tomorrow.  The worst part of it is that there is no good time on parole so it will be until my birthday, june 25, in the year 2000.  that’s a long time in which I will have to behave myself or at least avoid getting caught.  I hope it doesn’t cause problems when I try to get a job.  I might go back to selling drugs when this is all over if it does interfere with employment.  I guess one way or another things will work out.  I could probably sell drugs again because now that I’ve been in jail I have no fear of it anymore.  Maybe this is not the place that they should have put me.  But I guess the court believed that treatment is hopeless for me so here I am, sitting in my cell writing notes.  I think that maybe the best thing that I can do with my time is to write (or work on writing) the book that I’ve always wanted to write.  I think my life is an interesting story that needs to be told.  I certainly have the time to work on it now.  I only hope that I can find the motivation ….

November 26, 1998.