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Friday, March 02, 2007

Hi there!

Friday, I bet most of you are happy, normal people have the weekend off. I could be happier, but it certainly could be worse.

For some odd reason, I've been dreaming about my mother every single night for the past 4 nights. I don't have a clue why. I have been asking her and my other dead ancestors for strength lately, but the dreams are never good ones. My mother always ends up getting mad at me for one reason or another.

My good friend from Phoenix called me yesterday, I met her when I was locked up. She was too, obviously. There were a few ladies in the county lock-up along with all the druggies and crooks, and this girl was the best person that I met there. I don't want to discuss her crime, but trust me, she had accomplished quite a bit for a young woman. She was only 25 and the head of her illegal business. She was doing a bang up job in her illicit job.

Now she has grown up and gotten normal jobs and has been doing great. I told her that I thought she should be an attorney so I'm bugging her about going to school. I know she will someday. But, her daughter (who thought she was her sister until last summer when my friend got out of jail and went back to live with her mother who was raising the kid) keeps her busy as do her 2 jobs. You'd have to meet her to know what I'm talking about when I say that she was one criminal who didn't belong in jail, she just needed a fair chance and she got it. Now she's making the most of it and I'm so proud of her.

Thank God neither of us have gone back to jail...in the Cobb County, they have a saying, Count on Being Back. Or, Come on vacation, leave on probation. I don't know why, I've only gotten in trouble once and as someone commented earlier, a week or two in the slammer is certainly an interesting experience. I wouldn't want to go often or for a long time, but I am sort of glad that I had the opportunity. It was certainly different.

You know, the food was pretty bad and I bet you could lose a lot of weight if you stayed there for a while. Especially if you joined the chicks who are trying to lose weight while they're in jail. And, it's cheaper that Weight Watchers.

There were quite a few really decent people in jail over stupid stuff, like not paying tickets or some other dumb thing that any one of us could accidentally fall into. Most of the people who were there should have been, but we certainly do lock up some people that really don't belong in jail. They should just sentence them to more community service or something like that and leave the folks free. It costs so much to lock people up and they always bitch about the overcrowding. Well, they shouldn't be locking some of those people up.

Last night I was watching Cops and the cops busted a couple of young guys for possession of marijuana after stopping them for some minor thing like the license plate being crooked. The cop said, "They had weed and beer. They were gonna party somewhere. We messed that up." He seemed just a BIT too happy about that.

A couple of kids smoking weed and drinking beer isn't a danger to society. I don't know where they were headed, but I doubt it was to steal anything. They were all in their young 20's and looked like nice young men. I'm sure they could come up with something more productive and less expensive than locking them up.

I prefer the 70's. They didn't bust you for possession, they just repoessessed your weed. They might have kicked it around on the shoulder of the road or they may have smoked it themself, but they didn't give young people criminal records over stupid stuff like pot and fighting.

Oh well, I'm just glad that I was around when it wasn't the evil thing that it is now.

OK then, off to clean the kitchen and then write some more!

Meg

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I happen to agree, I partake LOL, I also have paid tax via working for the past 19 yrs straight, last speeding ticket was over 10 yrs ago, but yeah as far as the law is concerned I am a criminal.. why, well because I believe its not taxable, if it was it would be like ciggies, sold in packet, personally i think alcohol abuse if far more damaging to society but thats just my imput i guess LOL

March 02, 2007  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

I'm totally with you. But, having been through probation and peeing dirty once, I can't even talk about it. But since the 70's, I haven't robbed anyone, killed anyone, even assaulted anyone. I'm as peaceful as a saint.

:):):)

March 02, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

don't get arrested in phx have yu seen sheriff arrpio bolgona and chees and you pay for it and all pink weird

March 02, 2007  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

OH! I've heard of him! Cobb County does the bolgna and cheese routine, but not the pink. Of course, we girls wore blue...is that the same thing?

Meg

March 03, 2007  
Blogger JQ75 said...

Damn, Meg, you got some tough cops down there. Up here your plates need to be invalid or missing, you get a pass for "crooked". It's been a long time since I pulled your leg (grin).

The justice system is pretty screwed up. You get shoplifters in jail and Enron execs walk free.

I did security at a Rolling Stones stadium concert. I had to hassle pot smokers just to keep the peace (prevent crowd problems), but I didn't bust them. Now the coke dealer, that was a big problem, we busted his ass mid-concert.

The legal system is very corrupted by money and your representation. I saw a guy who could have gone to jail (if his defense was as weak as mine and if the prosecutor would have been as strong as my wife's), but the guy had good representation and he got key facts in front of the jury that showed he was not guilty.

And why should people loose they're life savings to defend against bogus accusations.

I once had a cop follow me for miles in the middle of the night, finally at the city border he pulls me over. Your plates expire this month. Yeah, in a week, waiting for better weather so the sticker doesn't fall off. He gives me the third degree about did I drink, where was I coming from, where was I going, why so late (cuz I'm up all the time), I hadn't done anything wrong, so he let me go.

Hmm, "Crooked Plates", I better check mine. ;)

March 07, 2007  

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