But, I will.

I am not quite certain how Gary decided he was the truth police and omniscient. I am tired of getting emails from my friends saying he is at it again. I am tired of my ex-wife getting emails from him and he wanting to know her age. What the fuck exactly does that have to do with anything?

I lived a rough and rebellious life in my late 20's and early 30's. Fueled by good Bourbon whiskey, cocaine and pain pills I cut a very large path through Texas and Louisiana. In 1994 I crashed and ended up with a variety of charges. Would you like to know what they were? Well, I had several counts of fraud and forgery for my fondness for finding loopholes in the banking system. I also had a forgery charge for a stolen check. There was also about 30k in checks written on fictitious accounts. That was just in Texas. Louisiana had something very similar. Well, after about 20k in legal fees my lawyer arranged a plea agreement that would A) Require me to go to rehab; B) Pay back all of the checks; C) Do 720 hours of community service. For this, all charges but one charge of forgery would be dropped and I would be given a sentence of 7 years of Deferred Adjudication. This means that if I completed the probation, I would have the charges dropped and would not have a felony conviction on my record. However, if I violated probation I was subject to adjudication under the original statute, which in Texas is a 3rd degree felony, subject anywhere from 2-10 years in TDCJ.

In 1999 the State of Texas filed a motion to adjudicate because of a bounced check. Amy's modem in her computer went out and I purchased one for her. The check bounced. Soon after that we moved in together and the computer store was sending certified letters to my prior address. The post office does not forward certified mail. My probation officer informed of the charge and I contacted the store and paid the check. The store the filed a motion to not prosecute. However, Texas likes locking people up, it is a $3 Billion business here. They tried to give me a 2-year sentence then. Once again, after a few thousand dollars in legal fees, the judge decided not to revoke and I was given 21 in days in the county jail in what was termed "jail therapy".

In February of 2000, I caught the child pornography case, exactly as I described. My lawyer filed a motion with the court to defer adjudication on the probation case until a trial could be held on the child pornography case. We had planned to plead not guilty and go to trial. The law here in Texas reads that if you cause an image to be stored you are guilty of possesion. I did not have to download it or save it anywhere. The fact that it was in the cache memory of the temporary internet files was enough for them. Also, the case was not in Houston proper. It was in the small suburb of Nassau Bay. The owner of Sunbelt was big in the community and when he called the police, they got involved.

The judge denied my lawyers motion. The probation violation had to be adjudicated 1st. The District Attorney's office came at me and said, ok, plead not guilty, we can go to trial. You will probably win. But you never know. But if you do that, we will recommend the judge give you the max sentence since you are a well known scoundrel (my paraphrase) to us. Then, you can fight the case while doing 10 years. Or, you can plead guilty we will give you 5 years on each of the child porn charges (remember, there were only two pictures) and 5 years on the probation violation we will run all of them concurrent. My lawyer, who was going through cancer treatment and did not tell me, told me that I could take the deal since my crime was non-predatory I would not have to register and would only do about 25 months. So, my choice was get a 10 year sentence and go to trial or a 5 year sentence and be done with it. I took the 5 year deal. It was really my only option. My lawyer was wrong, I am required to register. I was not allowed to have contact with my daughter until after I was off of parole.

I have more than paid for the mistakes I made in my life legally. I can never repay Amy and M for all they had to go through because of my mistakes. I am 45 years old and everyday I regret what happened. It has been almost 10 years ago. It still haunts me. I served my time on a prison farm in TDCJ. I completed parole. But I will never be completely free. I have to register with the City of Houston annually now. I am on the online database of sex offenders. Anytime something occurs in my neighborhood, I can be brought down for questioniong without cause. I have the truth police thinking they know every fucking thing when they really don't have a clue as to what happens outside their own little world. I wish i had time to play on MyBloggers and get involved in stuff that was none of my fucking business to begin with.

I work 12 - 18 hours everyday building a business. My partner and I now have 102 employees and we have billings of over 500k per month. I pay child support more than many of the guys that work for me make. Plus I also pay half of all of M's uninsuerd medical expenses. This 2 weeks alone comes to over $300. On top of all of that, my kidneys are failing and a couple weeks ago I was diagnosed with Epilepsey. I suffered two seizures and have had a multitude of MRIs and CT Scans done. Apparently adult onset epilesey can be caused by head trauma when young. I had two sever concussions about 15 years ago and one when I was in high school. All three were in the same part of my head. I guess the damage was severe enough that I am now on seizure medication.

I am done with this issue, comment to your hearts content. If you call me a liar again, bring something more than your intuition. I am done with MyBloggers. I have been for almost 7 months. I guess some people lead such pathetic lives they must go back to posts written in December of 2008 to find another way to draw attention to themselves.

To all of my friends that have sent me emails of support, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. To those of you that have commented and sent me messages, thank you. If anyone still doesn't believe me, I really don't fucking care. Stop writing about it so you can feel better about your miserable, pathetic existence.

Peace