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Monday, June 29, 2020

Fell On, black days

Felony, Felon, and the Felonious Monk
Helen's melons
fell on, black days - sound garden

17 Questions (Q is the 17th letter)

1. do I have a record?
2. can I see my record?
3. can you print my record?
4. is there a cost?
5. how much?
6. is it called a "rap sheet"?
7. was I a felon?
8. am I still a felon?
9. once a felon, always a felon?
10. can I expunge my record?
11. how do I do that?
12. can I vote?
13. can I do jury duty?
14. can I apologize to the officers?
15. was I ever on probation?
16. am I still on probation?
17. are my rights restored?

I spent 10 months in jail.
I plea-bargained no-contest to, I forget
This was when? around 2003?
Maybe better left forgotten.

I was off meds, psychotic, not eating well, in a dangerous neighborhood, with roommates on drugs, I called my mom a bitch, I thought there were space -aliens nearby, I thought that 2 shocks in my brain meant the destruction of universes (!), a roommate wanted to fight me, and I thought the police would ignore what I said, and recognize reality, and I imagined the (assault and battery?) was just training the police, and wrestling, which I enjoy, a fun thing to do, and in any case I needed to get out of that room and board house, maybe experience jail time because of my dark thinking, and I have become much healthier, since, and so therefore am grateful, in a way, for the way things turned out.   With Sara, living in Cobb and Calistoga, and Berkeley, dog walking, my blog, my own room, good food, and a better relationship with my family.  Satan, get behind me, as they say.  More positive, these days.

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