Fifty One Fifty

Facing a six year term in a state penitentiary weighs heavy on mind and soul. Being offered a plea bargain of two hundred and eighty days in a county correctional facility and a thirteen month intensive outpatient rehabilitation program was an opportunity I just couldn’t miss. Realizing that essentially the criminal justice system was giving me just enough rope to either hang myself or climb out of this dank and swampy hellish hole I called life. I looked within myself knowing this was my chance and decided not only will I scratch my way out of this but I am going to use this rope, taking one adrenaline induced vicious tug and in an athletic manor catapult myself directly to the top. With grace and patience to perform the most beautiful inverted, aerial, spinning performance, landing with perfect precision into my place in this world. Sitting in my jail cell and performing these acrobatics are two things entirely...