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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“Trouble rather the tiger in his lair than the sage among his books. For to you kingdoms and their armies are things mighty and enduring, but to him they are but toys of the moment, to be overturned with the flick of a finger.”
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
― Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake