Old Friend
Turned up yesterday. He was the only one with enough kahonas to bring me food when the cops were ambushing (jumping out of the shrubs with guns) every one in my front yard looking for Rick.
His little brother was one of the strays Rick took in and looked after. He (the little brother) worshipped Rick, closest thing to a dad he’d ever had I think, and was more inconsolable at the funeral than even Rick’s children.
He (the older brother) is home after 2 yrs in prison. We drove around yesterday and talked. I’ve sure missed him - a lot.
I knew when he went to jail, heard it through the grapevine. Assumed it was a possession charge, but it wasn’t, at least not a drug possession charge. Nope. He did 2 yrs in prison for possession of 2 boxes of cold medicine. I won’t bullshit you and say he was planning to cure a cold with the cold medicine. But at the same time - that’s the only thing he had.
Prisons are so overcrowded they’re releasing violent offenders every single day. And your tax dollars are being spent to house an inmate for (just shy of) 2 yrs, paroled for 37 days. 2 boxes of cold medicine folks, makes perfect sense, no?
I’m glad you aren’t letting anyone tell you how to feel or what you “need” to do. Just be you and do what feels right for you.
Be yourself cat we all love ya.