One of the things I have never discussed in my diary here is the week I spent in jail when I was 16. It is one of those things you put down to a shameful past and stuff but sometimes these things have a habit of coming back to bite you fair and square on the ass so it is has to be good karma if I put it out here in cyberland.

I had just left home and money was tight, it was hard to get a job because I wasnt really employable and was still hoping to have a future in rugby. I was getting austudy payments as well as my parents kicking in to help out. This was getting me through until I started to go to one or two too many parties and started to use drugs a little to regularly.

At first it was just a little pot, but then I started to get offered other things and before long I was using speed, eccies and even the occasional snort of a line or three of coke. Much to my disappointment though, my government payments didnt stretch far enough to cover drugs which I thought was very tight of them.

The one thing that comes with drugs is people. Not the best type of people but they are people just like you become. Drug addicts, drug dealers and ######## all surround you. With these people around you it isnt hard to start to listen to how they support their habits and it isnt hard to start to get the same ideas yourself.

This is how I found myself breaking into someones house to steal something worth selling. I picked a house in a pretty affluent side of town and one far enough from where I lived that noone would spot me accidentily.

The first sign things were begging to go awry was when I spotted a camoflage netting hanging from their ceiling (I figure anyone with camaflage hanging inside their house is slightly off key). The second and more important sign was the alarm panel against the wall. The problem was I had already been inside a few minutes by the tyime I noticed it.

I ran back to the window I came in but on the way my foot caught in that stupid netting and I tripped over hitting my head on a coffee table. I was ok but I seemed to piss off a cat that was sleeping under the table and it scratched the crap out of me while I was getting up.

A little woozy I managed to climb out of the window and started to run away but was nabbed at the front gate by a security guard.

I was lucky to get away with just a week behind bars but it taught me a lesson and allowed me to clean myself up. The court also may have taken pity due to my own ineptitude. For one time my clumsiness paid off.

By the way. Happy APRIL FOOLS day

Keep Smiling

Jason

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