Jailtime

It has happened again. My mechanic is jail for driving while barred. I found out from my mother. My mechanic is my second cousin. My mother asked me if his jailtime would set him straight. Um, no. I am guessing since he has not had a driver's license for 15 years according my my Dad's cousin and has been jail before for driving while suspended and drunk drinking, I do not believe he will suddenly see the light to be a reformed sinner. My mother agreed. We just hope our cars do not break down before he gets out. He is a good machanic. He once got so tired of fixing a junk car I had that he told my Dad to take it out into the country and shoot it. Only a honest mechanic would say that.

Then tonight I see a program about prison inmates finding love and getting groupies while on trial. How does a murderer sitting on death row find someone to marry them and I can not find a date anywhere? (freak at work does not count) I got my answer. Prisoners are charming and convince their lovers to do their bidding with mind control. Psycho women and men who fall in love with prisoners desire to rescue them. That is probably why I'm single. I am repulsed by people trying to rescue me and heartily reject anyone trying to control me.

I had a charming friend once and I stayed his friend because I saw through his lies (I paid attention to his behavior instead of what he said). Honesty is a good relationship builder. The connection I had with this snake charmer was that I noticed how withdrawn and quiet he was around his groupie friends who often formed a wall around him. I was much the same way, which is why he had to chase me down because I could not penetrate his wall of friends. I remember our first conversation. He asked why I didn't like him. I asked why he thought I didn't like him. He answered that I never he spoke to him. I said that I didn't know I was suppose to. That really confused him. Anyway, post later. Bye!