I have to go to court every couple of months for Restitution & Progress reports. Last time, I was 100 percent sure I was going to get remanded and sent back to Rita, as I hadn't made a payment in a few months and was flat broke. So the night before I went out to the bars and attempted to drink my problems into oblivion. Every body is buying me drinks and trying to ease my nerves...
I ended up doing a bunch of really good molly and getting shitfaced. Being shitfaced was cool, but the MDMA was a ba-ad idea. You ever been to superior court on molly? I doubt many people ever have. Well, the judge calls me up and gives me a stern lecture. He then asks me to explain my situation. I had a heart to heart with him and looked him right in the fucking eyes with pupils the size of dimes and a severely clenched jaw.
He knew something was up, yet sent me on my way with nothing more then a scolding. I ran out of that fucking place so quick. Gotta go back again August 21'st. This time I handlez biz.
Felony probation is a trap.