The jagged drill bit was about to be planted in the neck of the counselor taking me to court to be sentenced. Why his neck? Because he wouldn't be capable of hunting me down with blood spurting from his neck.
But that never happened.
Didn't have to. Because I valued human life that was worth something more than the flesh they're printed on. This counselor may have been a pretentious lapdog for the system. But he was plowing for an honest check trying to help dishonest punks like me. A family man, probably with a long haired dog that looked like a dirty mop that could slobber-hump the mailman's leg in two-seconds -- but he wasn't under the maxims of street life -- you live by the sword, you die by that sucker.
Since I was so cool to disarm him with my sincerity, we proceeded to the courthouse. I had him under my cerebral vortex spell. He was mine until I was under the wig-wearing judges. Wait, this wasn't Britain. The dress wearing judge reside here, but still, I didn't want the turd scoopers judging me.
Courthouse of Covetousness
Once I was in the courthouse, the sign out front should have read like Dante's Inferno: Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter here.
It was cold out. I wanted a postponement and wasn't going to wait for the judge to give it to me. I would take my own leave of absence. I went to the window and saw my girlfriend and her slutty cousin pulling up outside of the courthouse in the Flintstone station wagon her mom drove.
There's my sign. I left my coat to placate his confidence in me. Told the counselor with me that I was going to the bathroom. He turned his back on me to the window -- fully trusting. And I was gone. Went for the bathroom and left down the stairs.
Duplicity Committee
When I ran outside, there was my girlfriend and slutty McGillicuty. They were shocked I was there. I thought they were there to meet me -- nope. They were coincidentally there for a court date for their mom. What???!!! I found I wasn't the center of the universe in their universes.
Nevermind that. Slutty tried to talk me into doing my time. I should have reached back like a pimp and smacked the garden utensil. I went and hid in my girlfriend mom's car. In case Slutty would snitch on me, I hid also by a dumpster watching the Flintstone mobile for the coppers.
When the coast was clear, she drove away with her feet on the pavement like Fred Flintstone and sped me over to stay at Slutty's for the night. Unbenknownest to me, the Vice Lords were indulging in everything from drug use, to letting everything go with rivals talking trash. The cat was away and the Vice Lords were playing and Nero was about to fiddle on their Rome -- Nero being me..
First step would be finding a headquarters and regaining control. This would not be an easy thing because I was vulnerable to the mob, the law, and interneicine struggles at the places I was staying at not wanting a fugitive there.
MUSHROOM HIDEOUT
So I stayed at a Vice Lord sister's house who wore her hair like a bowl mushroom. I had to break out the second drawer in her three tier dresser that was hunched in a corner. This way I could finagle my skinny buns into the first drawer on the bottom drawer and use the empty second drawer to hide. Who in their right mind would check in a small dresser for a live person? I knocked off the drawer part of the second drawer where I could hold up the empty drawer up with two nails. So it looked like a full dresser, but was empty inside. Where I'd hide.
I just had to stay out until my 17th Birthday. Then I would go to adult jail, pay a bond, and be legally free to do illegal stuff.
I thought nobody would find me in the dresser -- until the cops showed up.
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