November has, historically, been a bad month for me.
For example, in early November of my 14th year on this rockball, I ran away from home, and hitchhiked 500 or 600 miles to a destination. Upon arrival, I was arrested, but not without incident. The Law Man hauled my ass out of some shrubbery I had been hiding in on 11 November, and an altercation happened. I was arrested and booked for:
1: resisting arrest.
2. Assault on a Law Enforcement Officer.
3: Destruction of public property ( I cut the shit out of his coat, which was considered "public property" for purposes of charging).
3. Possession of a deadly weapon.
4 Assault with a deadly weapon (Big Assed Knife ™ ).
5. Possession of a controlled substance (pot - some guy that picked me up gave me a bag of it out of a huge stash he had hidden in Pampers boxes in his van)
6, Possession of explosive devices (Firecrackers. Meh.)
&. Runaway.
As it turns out, the "home" state I was extradited to only charged me with "Runaway", and all the other charges were dropped because they couldn't be charged in another state, across state lines, in those days. I bet Officer Rose was pissed, and i can't blame him..
So I went through juvenile court, and caught 6 months of probation. Meh. The punishment at home was far worse. I had to clear 3 fields full of cedar trees. With an axe. Took me about 3 months of that 6 months probation. Blisters out the ass, all over me. Taught me good, better than the probation. The last 3 months of my supervised probation, I didn't even have to check in with the Probation Officer, so for all intents and purposes, my 6 months probation ended at the beginning of the 4th month. The juvenile records were sealed, which saved me a lot of headaches later in life.
Flash forward a few decades. On 9 November 2012, I was arrested on some trumped up bullshit charges. had to spend a mandatory 48 hours in lockdown due to the nature of the lies told. When I got out of jail that time, again on 11 November, I had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to be. Wound up hitching a ride again - my sister drove a few hours to haul my ass out of that fire.
Hitching a ride - it's the thing to do sometimes.
Glad I didn't have any "incidents" this last November. There are distinct advantages to getting old and decrepit.
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For example, in early November of my 14th year on this rockball, I ran away from home, and hitchhiked 500 or 600 miles to a destination. Upon arrival, I was arrested, but not without incident. The Law Man hauled my ass out of some shrubbery I had been hiding in on 11 November, and an altercation happened. I was arrested and booked for:
1: resisting arrest.
2. Assault on a Law Enforcement Officer.
3: Destruction of public property ( I cut the shit out of his coat, which was considered "public property" for purposes of charging).
3. Possession of a deadly weapon.
4 Assault with a deadly weapon (Big Assed Knife ™ ).
5. Possession of a controlled substance (pot - some guy that picked me up gave me a bag of it out of a huge stash he had hidden in Pampers boxes in his van)
6, Possession of explosive devices (Firecrackers. Meh.)
&. Runaway.
As it turns out, the "home" state I was extradited to only charged me with "Runaway", and all the other charges were dropped because they couldn't be charged in another state, across state lines, in those days. I bet Officer Rose was pissed, and i can't blame him..
So I went through juvenile court, and caught 6 months of probation. Meh. The punishment at home was far worse. I had to clear 3 fields full of cedar trees. With an axe. Took me about 3 months of that 6 months probation. Blisters out the ass, all over me. Taught me good, better than the probation. The last 3 months of my supervised probation, I didn't even have to check in with the Probation Officer, so for all intents and purposes, my 6 months probation ended at the beginning of the 4th month. The juvenile records were sealed, which saved me a lot of headaches later in life.
Flash forward a few decades. On 9 November 2012, I was arrested on some trumped up bullshit charges. had to spend a mandatory 48 hours in lockdown due to the nature of the lies told. When I got out of jail that time, again on 11 November, I had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to be. Wound up hitching a ride again - my sister drove a few hours to haul my ass out of that fire.
Hitching a ride - it's the thing to do sometimes.
Glad I didn't have any "incidents" this last November. There are distinct advantages to getting old and decrepit.
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