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my sister's oldest son. Good kid, kinda lacked direction. My sister had long since moved down to Jacksonville. He still lived here in the Lou. Went to the Army Reserves. Came home, bought a whip, got an apartment and was working a little gig at a store that sold cabinetry for contractors and shit. He had a girl who was studying to be a nurse. They lived together. They loved him at his job, he was very stable. My sister thought he should be doing more...doing better. She decided she wanted to give him a push. She proposed he move to Jacksonville and she would pay to put him through electrician school. But, he had to drop everything here...including his girl and move there. While intellectually, we understood what she was doing, we told her it was a bad idea to force his hand like that. She basically was like, this is a one-time offer. So he did it. He moved to Jacksonville. Broke that young lady's heart, too. Electrician school went well. He took to it very quickly. Graduated and found a job working with a dude who owned his own company. Dude put him in his crew and he was doing jobs with them...wiring new buildings and shit. All good...until he got caught fucking his bosses daughter. Fired him with the quicks. So now, he and my sister are beefing. He's living with her. Hasn't found another job. He bounces around to a couple of friends' houses. Hooks up with some kids he doesn't really know shit about. A house full of mid-20's cats, no one has a job (a legit one, anyway). This goes on for several months. He and my sister speak and he goes back to her crib with the plan of getting back on the grind to get a job and put the certification to use. One night in the middle of the night, cops come to the crib with warrants and drag my nephew out the house. My sister doesn't know shit. The next day she finds out he's being charged with assault with a deadly weapon. Apparently, while he was living with the bum crew...2 of the dudes got into over some weed and one dude shot the other in the leg. Well...when it all came down, they both said my nephew shot him. He maintained to my sister he didn't do it. He said one of the cats shot his boy. So...sis got a lawyer. At the arraignment, the judge spoke real recklessly to my sister. Told her that her son could very well be a senior citizen before he gets out of prison. We were all shook. It was nephew's word against the two cats. We waited, and waited, and waited. Every time they were supposed to have the joint where the state presented their case, the state would postpone or whatever. The lawyer said that was a good sign. Finally, after months of fakin jacks...the state offered a deal without trial. 3 years, including time served (forgive me if I'm saying that wrong, OKlawyers). He said he wasn't going to take it, because he didn't do anything. My other sis went to visit him one day like...dude, your mom is at her wit's end trying to raise your brother's and siser, work a job and pay a G a month for your lawyer. You gonna take this deal, do this time and get out and get your life back on track. So...that's where we are. Back in April, he got accepted to a program where he could basically finish his time at a halfway house type joint. I swooped back up through JAX on the way from Gulf Shores in June and went over there with my sis. I was able to see him for like 2 minutes. I did my damndest not to break down, so as not to make him sad. He gets out Dec. 13th. He'll be 29. Hoping he can do the right things. He's still a young man with a lot of life left to live. I typed this on the fly and didn't edit shit, so...sorry. ...I'm from the era when A.I. was the answer, now they think ai is the answer - Marlon Craft
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