I
went to my first & apparently last probation appointment today.
The lobby was a cesspool of comedy. People in our society think that
the vast majority of people on probation & parole are brown people.
However, in my county, everyone is beige. I did not see anyone other
than redneck white trash for the first hour of waiting for my probation
lady. I obviously stuck out like a neon green condom, considering I had
no tattoo on my forehead. Now, mind you, I have wanted to bond with my
redneck white trash brethren from time to time. However, this was not
what I had in mind.
Once
I finally saw the probation lady, she was surprised at the amount of
the fine, as well as the length of the sentence. I mentioned I was a
media focus. We agreed the sentence was harsher as a result of the
attention. In reality, I couldn’t care less, as long as I wasn’t in
jail.
After
asking me a few questions, such as what I did for a living & who I
lived with, she said I needed to turn in some paperwork, I left it behind
& I would be done. When I asked for clarification on “done”, she
responded that I was on administration probation. I do not have to
visit on a regular basis, nor do I have to call in, or take drug tests.
I have no restrictions on my lifestyle, except I have to notify her, if
I move. Oh yeah, I can’t carry a firearm, get high, or beat the shit
out of anyone. I guess I will have to cancel that part of my next spa
visit!
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