Friday - 03/09/07

Morning -

Last night I am approached by a women due to parole in 6 days. She found herself in a tight spot because she owed someone and couldn't pay. There is nothing I hate more than inmates who get caught up in the "mix" and now come to the cops to save them when they don 't pay. Here I am sitting and listening to a line of crap, when all along this stupid broad could have avoided this action by doing her own time. I hate it. I hate because I have an obligation (meaning my job) to protect her. I have to take action so she would get hurt. The idiots get caught up in the drug business to the tune of thousands of dollars, and we the pressure is on, they come to me for safety. Mt personal opinion is, hey you need to pay the debt, and if that payment comes in the form of two black eyes and a busted lips, then debit paid in full. But no, I have to protect them, place them in a safe place so they can get away with the crime. Image this mentality in poker. You buy-in for a 2/4 game with a $400.00 marker. You bust out and run to the police for safety. The police hide you from those that you owe and the only loser is the one who staked you. I see this all the time. Last night, the inmate owed make-up, make-up! I had to put in an hours worth of interviews and another uprooting people that have nothing to do with the situation, so the idiot can move away from the one she owes the make-up to. I hare it! Thief's on the street and thief's in the joint. PRISON!