Yet Another Failed Attempt at Journaling...

  So the asshole whom I most often refer to as my father called. Naturally he once more busted my balls for being an unproductive burden to society. Once more busted my balls over my ... "criminal record." As if I'm some menace to society. So let me break down just what it is I did. My first arrest. Drug possession. My eighteenth birthday. I'm on my way to my birthday party, which was being held at Memorial Park in Winchester, so that Grams could be there. I have a busted tail light. Ohio policemen have no sense of humor that they're aware of. I get pulled over. And yes, I was a little flip in my responses, but a busted tail light and a smart mouth shouldn't get you and your vehicle searched. However, as I mentioned before, Ohio cops have no sense of humor that they're aware of. So here I am, with my first arrest. Drug possession. They want me to roll over on my source. Where did I buy it, how often, how much did the dealer have... Well I wasn't about ...

  The road trip was fun, to say the least. The girls got along quite well. Jenny and Jeff slept through most of their antics, which was likely a good thing. Can't scandalize the straights. At least not too much.

  My parents, upon my first arrest, decided it would be good for me to see a shrink. Like I needed a shrink to tell me I have issues with my father. Please, a blind man can see that. During the course of my 'therapy' it was decided that a journal would be good. I've started several, and burned each one after growing bored with it. However to keep mother happy, here I am, starting again. Seriously, who gives a fuck?