Monday, December 26, 2005

 

...and don't bother going to court for him!

Another dealer later and the new guy runs into some other trouble. It seems, he likes to smack around his girlfriend. Now, I know both of them very well by now, we had even sat for their child one afternoon, so I can understand why he did, as she was sort of loopy. I don't condone it, hitting girls is just wrong! But, he ends up in jail, and calls me from there and asks me to come to court for him as a character witness type and to act as his surety. What this is is a person who guarantees that the accused will show up in court on the day required, and if he doesn't I pay the fine. Its like bail, but you don't have to put anything down, you just have to prove you have it, which at the time I did in spades. So, off I go to court. Three times. On the third day, we finally get to proceed and they ask me to take the stand. See, I have to prove that I am a respectable person, and that I have know the accused for two years. I hadn't actually known him that long, but we figured we could wing it. They ask me about my finances, and my bank accounts and my job and stuff and all that goes fine. Then they ask me if I have a record. I say no. At this point a court officer leaves the room and arrives a few minutes later with some paper in her hand. Crap...I forgot...I do have a criminal record and now they know! They ask me again about my record and I say, well, actually I do from a long time ago I guess. She reads the past charges and asks me about them. I have one from about 20 years ago for minor possession of some hashish. I have one other one for drunk driving that was reduced from about 10 years ago. The judge says to the Crown Attorney, well, those are kind of old, so, I don't see that they're relevant....

Cool!

But, in the end, they say that I havent really known him long and well enough to guarantee that he will come back on the date required.

Slam goes his door for another 4 months....

Later you would find a picture of their baby on our fridge. Hey, how many people can say they have a picture of their crack dealers baby on their fridge, unless of course they made the baby together with their crack dealer. (That doesnt really happen does it?)

;)

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