Legal woe is me…
I have a friend. I love this friend. He is like a brother to me… and not it the creepy way that Alicia was “like a sister” to Marshall. I took him under my wing in summer of last year. He had just gotten out of prison and was trying to make a change in his life. He was trying like hell to be a better person. I rearranged my work schedule and I made quite a few sacrifices for him… His name is Edwin, by the way. Everyone but me calls him Eddie though. The reason I rearranged my work schedule is that Edwin had to be in Houston 3 days a week for Parole officer meetings and Drug/Alcohol screenings. He lived with me for nearly three months. In the three months that he lived with me, we had to reschedule a total of four times. Well… Edwin is back in jail. Apparently, he rescheduled one of his drug screens for the next day and when he didn’t show up on the original day they counted it as a miss. How gay is that?
Well, today was supposed to be the trial. There were 19 of us at that courtroom ready to stand up and defend Edwin’s right to freedom, because he doesn’t deserve to be thrown into prison again. He has been making such a big effort and I couldn’t begin to tell you all of the things that he has done for me. The trial didn’t happen… and now the 19 has been wittled down to 4, because the other 15 could do no more than say… “Hi, I’m so and so, I’m here to say that Edwin Eddie is a great guy, and deserves a second shot at probation.” That’s all well and good, and it’s great that Edwin has so many friends willing to show up and take time for him, but what he needs is the reasoning behind the reschedules and proof that he really did sincerely try to meet the scheduled dates, but was unable to…due to circumstances beyond his control. The people that can do that are his mother, his father, and myself. Sunshine (his “fiance”) is going to give testimony too, but as to what she will say, I am not sure. Prolly something close to what Andrea jokingly said she would say “Like, let him out, um, because, you know, he’s too good in bed to be in jail…” Yah, ditz. Can you tell how much I love her? Not so much, let me tell you…
Anyway… now I am stuck trying to remember shit from NINE months ago… down to the exact date that they occur. There are 9 instances they are trying to account for and four of them I am responsible for. So this means that his freedom, literally, lies in my hands. That’s a lot of pressure, because I really, REALLY love him. And 20 is just too damn young to spend 8 years in prison.
The point is… Pray for me… This is making me sad.
Love you all,
Heather
