It's odd, I still have a felony restraining order from the kids door I knocked on. I just wanted to smoke a bowl and they freaked out, it seems I have talked about producing drugs for the CIA. Well, I didn't serve all of my jail time. The judge sentenced me to 11 days for one knocking and 30 for the other. I had only served 11 days and the two kids complained. So I had to go back for another 19 days, which means I still owe 10 days in jail. It was great, I got hit in the head by a kid that tried to watch me jerk off in the shower. He was trying to peak in and even though he didn't want anyone to jerk of in the shower, I did. The kid in the cell next to me, he thought it was cool just to stain the floor and put his nut stink right up under my nose. The kid that hit me, well he was upset since I said that I believed that not everyone was raped in prison. Well, he was and didn't care for that opinion. He got only six months probation for that, I got two years. It was a funny summer, ha ha ha a real huge humor. It seems these two kids, wanted to be swingers and feel no remorse for anothers hurt self esteem. I had to move since the old landlord decided to have a stroke and die. So I just got off felony probation for burning a Federal Vehicle and had to move my pot plants to the new place. Well, I thought it would be really special to have the old girl friend come over. She really flipped out when I was on felony paper, she seemed to realize I was afraid of people taking my freedom away. Well, it's really a long sad book. It seems I can't grow cannabis, I have problems with some Columbians. It seems Tomas Uribe didn't want me to knock on his door, after being busted for a stem and two leaves of cannabis. It's not nice being intimidated by a Deputy to work for the local DEA when you know those people in other countries. I don't think my ex-girlfriend understood my problem with Marine Corps Intelligence and the Mafia. It seems I still have this God damn felony restraining order, her Aunt is an attorney who uses private investigators. Her Grandpa used to be the Mayor but he slipped under and died during surgery. Ya, it's a really special story.:cheers2:
I don't think soil talks much, but the cat was way into knowing today. She really flipped out about the trash truck and another truck, but she knew it was all coming....an odd way of observing. It felt like a good idea to just dig a grave in lay in that, but the suicide part....wasn't so nice since it's hard to kick the soil onto yourself and snuggle. I think dirt has similar bacteria that blood has, sometimes.
