Post by interzone on Sept 16, 2008 21:29:23 GMT -5
Before I was up in Oregon this last time finishing my time. I had fled from justice for 5 years. The only reason they never revoked me for my abscond, was because of the circumstances leading up to leaving Oregon for 5 years. (And God) I also think a big part of it had to do with the fact that I stayed out of trouble for those five years, and I learned a trade.
Anyways, that's not what I was really wanting to talk about. When a person flees from justice, they put their mind into an interesting state of thinking. At first your fine. Then about a year goes by and things start to change, based on your view of the world. You begin to justify your reasons for continuing on.
When I was close to turning myself in, it was a strange world I had put myself in. I was at the end of learning my trade. (my lead justification for not turning myself in. I knew once I had learned the trade, I was out of excuses) And because of my upbringing. I saw the world in a twisted light. Reality was warped.
I remember living in that condo. This life that I had built for myself. It was top floor, overlooking a duck pond, facing the sunset. I had the entertainment system I had always wanted. Comic books we're better then ever at that time because both Marvel, and DC we're writing good things. I was sleeping and working on my time. I always had a crowd of friends around when I decided to summon them. However, I didn't have my freedom........
And because of that, it was all fake. I knew my life was built on sand. I had to go back to Oregon and make it all right.
That feeling! ..............
That's the one that torments me sometimes.........
I walk down the streets of Salt Lake City, and this place is amazing to me now. I get this overwhelming feeling of having earned my right to live here, and I can't begin to tell you how good it feels.
Anyways, that's not what I was really wanting to talk about. When a person flees from justice, they put their mind into an interesting state of thinking. At first your fine. Then about a year goes by and things start to change, based on your view of the world. You begin to justify your reasons for continuing on.
When I was close to turning myself in, it was a strange world I had put myself in. I was at the end of learning my trade. (my lead justification for not turning myself in. I knew once I had learned the trade, I was out of excuses) And because of my upbringing. I saw the world in a twisted light. Reality was warped.
I remember living in that condo. This life that I had built for myself. It was top floor, overlooking a duck pond, facing the sunset. I had the entertainment system I had always wanted. Comic books we're better then ever at that time because both Marvel, and DC we're writing good things. I was sleeping and working on my time. I always had a crowd of friends around when I decided to summon them. However, I didn't have my freedom........
And because of that, it was all fake. I knew my life was built on sand. I had to go back to Oregon and make it all right.
That feeling! ..............
That's the one that torments me sometimes.........
I walk down the streets of Salt Lake City, and this place is amazing to me now. I get this overwhelming feeling of having earned my right to live here, and I can't begin to tell you how good it feels.