Prior to prison I couldn’t even remember my last fight; which most likely consisted of some type of shoving match. In prison I learned what must be learned: how to fight, how to dodge a lock in a sock, and how to respond with brute force because that was what was required to remain relatively safe. Now that’s a concept to learn: initiate violence to prevent future violence. That one left a bad taste in my mouth.
After my 15 months were up I had a surprise guest: two U.S. Marshals standing at the prison gate. They took me into federal custody to be tried for the child porn on my computer; the porn that had resulted in the violation of my state probation. Little did I, or my parents, know how draconian the sentencing scheme would be. After 10 or so months in county jail, I was sentenced to 151 months in federal prison. This was the bottom end of the recommended sentencing guidelines. According to state sentencing guidelines at the time, if the crime had been prosecuted at the state level, I would have faced a maximum of six additional months in prison.
It’s been about eight years since that sentence was handed down and around 11 years since that fateful party when I had relations with the girl from my school. In that time I’ve worked hard to not only make amends for my criminal offenses, but to better myself so that I can leave the seedy world of crime and criminals behind once released. I’ve also engaged in substantial drug abuse treatment in an effort to put that demon to bed, too. In this time I have availed myself of every meaningful educational and rehabilitative opportunity available. By the end of 2017 I hope to even earn a Bachelors of Arts Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies (with a focus on Legal Studies) from Adams State University. But even with all of this treatment and education — opportunities others have not partaken in — I feel positively scared of what is to come.
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