Sitting in a small room on a cold steel bunk. I'm once again left to my thoughts. For every move we make in life there is some reaction. Everyone has those days where your going a little too fast and before long the blue lights are chasing you. As you pull over you sit there smacking your steering wheel and come up with a dozen things you could have done differently. Once again I find myself in confinement.
The officer who walked me to confinement had a heart-to-heart with me. He told me I only have one year left, its time I quit thinking like an inmate. He's right. I'm a calculated risk taker. That's been my life for 9 years now. Know the rules in and out, then decide if the punishment is worth the risk.
I'm sitting here now with my fate in someone else's hands and I don't like that. It is indeed time to quit being an inmate and change back to a civilian. This problem I'm faced with now, has the potential to change my release date.
I just told my mom the other day how much I will need to pay attention once I'm home. If I jump into someone else's car and head to the store---get pulled over and there's a gun or dope, I'm headed back to prison. If I'm in a car that's pulled over and records are checked, I'm the one they draw their guns on because I have a record with law enforcement. I've stopped to consider all those things about out there....and just placed myself in a similar predicament in here.
Now I'm waiting for the officer to come and tell me the damage. Please hold while I bang on the steering-wheel.
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