The bullshit saying goes something like home is where the heart is. But supposing you had a change of heart though – what happens when you are trapped in the comfort of your living room, and that becomes prison and your personal hell. What then?
The bullshit saying goes something like home is where the heart is. But supposing you had a change of heart though – what happens when you are trapped in the comfort of your living room, and that becomes prison and your personal hell. What then?
I’ve always said the two greatest inventions of all time is air conditioning and television. Mind you, when one falls behind on their electric bill, life is truly miserable. I vividly remember living in South Florida during hurricane season, where the power would be knocked out for weeks at a time. Subsequently, I would practically be on suicide watch.
Congratulations to me, huh? Yes, you read that right, two effing years. I’m still in a little bit of shock, as well as sadness that I got through it. A true milestone and celebration. It marks an exhausting completion of a grueling two year house arrest sentence. Mind you, served successfully without incident.
The numbers were definitely not in my favor. Based on data sets, I did something few are able to accomplish: Avoided becoming another sad statistic.
I have to admit, when I stood in the courtroom that day facing the rap, I had to hide my inner smile as I heard the beautiful words “sentenced to house arrest” come out of the Judges’ mouth. At that moment in time, I was giddy thinking to myself, this was going to be a cakewalk. I must also admit, I am an absolute idiot.