Katie said, "These two fists of mine have taken me all over the world". I reflect on how my two fists...took me all over the States, and back to my hometown now, in time for the twentieth anniversary of "Night of Louisiana".
The day sort of got started about 4 in the afternoon when My friend Shelly
came over to my duplex tfor a massage. I just put up my massage table into the small bedroom there. The duplex..that I am in the middle of rehabbing from white trash renters. I mean RE HABB ING. top to bottom...beyond "mere painting". Ripping out the carpet, padding, having to paint the floor to try and contain the smell...the windows streaked with nicotine needing at least two more washings.
Shelly and I ...drank wine, then went to dance away in Louisiana. I drank too much, danced too much and made a fool out of myself..and had a blast. I Laughed like I don't remember laughing. My foot has been reconstructed and I could barely walk the day after. Yes...I guess that is a gauge of how much fun I had the night before.
I know I'm disjointed writing. I have to get used to it again. I have lost myself. Again. I am searching. Again. Pissed off. Again.
This kid: is Tiller,. His name is Tyler Rousch, one of the guys that hangs around our house. He was recently arrested along with many of the boys that hang around my house. Ben, Tiller, James (that I never have trusted), Chris Allen who isn't even liked by his own mother, Veronica, and Barry.
I have a senses of loss with all these kids because while yes..they broke the law...to me..it is Farm boy...stuff...dragging a piano behind a farm truck for God's sake.....on and on. These "offenses" do not deserve jail or prison for these kids. I don't get it sometimes. My Parole working days for now are over (although I've been reapplying) ..but sometimes it IS just about revenue generation, not protecting the public.
It saddens me.
