I was asked what I went to prison for and since I dont wanna hijack the thread and I have nothing to hide Ill explain it here.
I got busted for burglary in 1997, I cant remember what degree (dont make me dig the papers out!) but it was to a business that was closed at the time.
Its a major long story...
Oh what the heck I have time if you all feel like reading a novel.
I was at my friends place Glen and Leahs kickin back when he got a call. His friend had left a box of stuff at his house and wanted to come get it. Which he did Man I cant even remeber his name since I barely knew him so Ill call him Wonder Twit. It fits trust me! So he comes over and hangs out for awhile and Glen askes me if I can take Wonder Twit home so he and Leah can crash. I of course say yes, thats what nice people do right? Ok so Wonder Twit grabs his box of god knows what and hops into my tricked out baby blue Pinto. Oh yeah dont hate me I know ya all are jealous just at the mention of the name "Pinto!" So I head out he tells me to head north and I do, after ahile though it becomes obvious Wonder Twit has no place to go. We start drivin around in circles Im getting ever so ticked and now I have to go to the bathroom. He tells me to stop up ahead there was a bar I could go and then says something about breaking into one of the RVs in thev lot next to it to sleep. Yeah right whatever I dont care I need to get the Wonder Twit outta my hair cause now Im ticked and tired. I park in back and go into the bar to relieve myself. I come out he is gone but his stuff is still in the car so I figured he went to the bathroom also. I sit on the hood of my car and wait.......... and wait...... and oh yeah wait some more (kinda makes me think Im the wonder twit now I shoulda left!) hm... 5 more minutes that Wonder twit better be here!!! Or Im leaving! Well the cops came instead. Wonder twit had broken into an espresso stand and was bookin down the main drag here with a case of Cocoa Swiss Miss to be speciffic. I drove the car I was an excessory (SP?)
Now to fill ya all in our judicial system here is ran on a point type thing and that last felony was the straw that broke the camels back and had me sent to prison. Wonder Twit got 30 days, 10 off (a 3rd)with good time and scooted out the door by the time he got to court. Since I had 5 other fellonies I went on vacation to the lovely WA DOC for women (Purdy). Even more ticked off I ight add!! [img]http://www.**********.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/new/smile_h_32.gif[/img] I lost my Pinto and everything.
Now I just know that you all are wondering what the other 5 fellonies were...
taking a motor vehicle w/o permission (self explanatory)
forgery (stolen checks)
2 possessions of stolen property (1 was a credit card I had no clue my ex brother inlaw left in my car)
Now like most people youre thinking, "I thought it was 3 strikes and you're out." Well those are violent crimes none of mine were violent. Although with the amout of them I was considered a violent offender of some sort. I cant remember how they explained it to me in work release before they let me go. I do know that with my points and the way the system is ran that if I ever got into trouble again Id could pretty much count on doin 48 months. I got sentenced to 18 and did 11 months by the way.
Now if anyone wants to they may feel free to judge me on my back ground, heck I dont care I was a rotten human being!!! I know it now and I knew it then. Although I felt at the time I had no other alternative and did what I did to survive. I knew no other way. When I was a kid the only way I could get things was to sneak and steal from my own house. I had locks on my bedroom door so if I had to use the restroom Id have to climb out a window. There were times that I was locked in the storage closet my dad also kept me in a small cupboard beneath the bar so he could keep track of me while he was drinking. My mom sold coke and was a bartender. By the time I was in 3rd grade I knew how to mix most of the basic drinks and serve them to the famdamly (uncles grandparents) while they sat around getting high. I even got to learn my way around green houses but not anything like the ones we keep. By the time I was 14 I was kicked out of my house and Ive been on my own ever since. Id sleep in parks cemetaries where ever and stole to get what I needed to live.
Thats my back ground. Am I proud of it? Heck NO! but I am proud of who Ive become and I wouldnt be who I am today without it. So dont feel sorry or pity me.