I was a problem child, they sent me to foster care for about two years. The 'foster parent' was a bitch, she took the $300 a head a month (x four) and went to the food bank to get retired milk and bread at no cost, and bought what she had to on the cheap.

I eventually abandoned juvi probation. I already had a car, a license, insurance, a job, and a GED, and was eighteen years old. I said fuck it and just walked away and got my own place. I guess they didn't care, they could have come after me. They knew where I worked.

I still went to jail later, for disorderly (drunk, very very drunk) conduct and later for a DUI. Minor stuff. I saw my first UZI in foster care at seventeen years old, and came into contact with the closest thing we have to gangs in Alaska. The whole system is fucked because it's overloaded and there's not enough kind souls out there to mentor kids and give them a reason not to be criminals.

Pop culture glorifies criminals. The system inadvertedly educates them in criminal behavour. Only thing saving kids these days is strong role models willing to give them that swift kick in the ass when necessary. Some, like myself, need somebody to kick pretty hard, and like myself, are pretty selective about who we'll let it be a lesson from and who we'll just hold it against.

If I went to prison, I'd learn all sorts of successful criminal behavour, absolutely guarenteed, and it's awful hard not to use it when the opportunity arises.

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