I knew finding gainful employment was crucial to being on parole and eventually taking custody of Brandon, but it was easier said than done. How could I run right out and look for a job? I was a well-known ex-con with only a GED and some prison laundry experience. Now that I was out in the real world, one thought persistently struck me: Okay, now what am I going to do? I had been sent to prison for robbing my last place of employment. Billie drove me to the house she was now renting in South Park, literally only five minutes away from my old neighborhood. It was so strange to be riding in a car again in Houston as if the whole ordeal of the last year and a half had never happened. We had an awesome little reunion and were so happy to see each other. She gave me a big, tight hug and held on for a while. With my bag in hand, I walked to the bus terminal waiting area. I waved them off, focused straight ahead, and kept walking. “Hey, man, you need some coke? A girl? You wanna smoke a joint?” As I walked down the bus steps, those dudes addressed me. We finally pulled in to the bus station in downtown Houston, and my will was tested much earlier than I had anticipated.Īpparently, all the gamers knew exactly what the prison bus looked like and perched around like wretched vultures seeking fresh kill.
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