jail

I happened. It happened, and need you to acknowledge that.

The house survived the storm, but I’m worried about his survival rate.

“I just realized something yesterday,” he told me. “I’m probably going to be in here for my birthday.” Around this time last year, we had a very similar conversation. Yet another hearing had been postponed, this time rescheduled to a date shortly before his birthday. We had been laying in bed, I was the big…