I decided to turn on some music and write an entry in the journal since I haven't done so in a while, I've got Pink Floyd's "wish you were here" cranked up on my stereo. It's a sad song, but it's a good song, like many of Pink Floyd's songs are.
I guess I'm just trying to sort things out right now, I'm cold, broke, I was arrested, I lost my job, and now I've got this court case coming up that I fear that I'll lose despite my innocence. On top of everything my lawyer tells me I can't do anything except find a new job and get my legal s**t in order until my court case, which is still a month or so off, which means no friends, no relaxation, hell it almost seems like there's no happiness allowed. I had to cut all my long hair off, and now i'm skipping meals to be able to afford to pay my lawyer and my bail.
If I lose this case my life is over, I'll be labeled a felon by the state and carted off to prison for 2 years, and when I do get out no one will higher a felon, so I can kiss any hope of existence goodbye. It makes me regret ever being a nice guy, people like the guy who dragged me into this mess are only happy when people like myself are miserable. I can't beleive that b*****d told police I was his accopmlice, I had no idea what was going on, I thought I was being nice and helping him with a problem. Oh well, there is no use bitching about it now, the only thing that can be done is to wait and see what happens.
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'Long you live and high you'll fly and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry and all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.'-Pink Floyd
Proud To Be A Former Marine. Semper Fi.
Proud To Be A Former Marine. Semper Fi.