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| - If I could buy a DeLorean and rev it up to 88 miles per hour and confront my past self and give him some advice, it would be this: Don't get arrested. It sucks. It's really stressful because Arizona is NOT very lax about Marijuana Laws. People go to jail for quite a while.
Luckily, I was in jail (actually the Marshal's office in Tombstone) for about an hour and that's it.
This place is a joke. I know they gotta do what they gotta do, but they buy into bullshit psychology evaluations that determined that I was at risk for being addicted marijuana. They gave me 36 hours of counseling (THESE guys did, not the court). They did it for the money, of course. The longer you're in the program, the more money you have to pay.
Altogether, I shelled over more than $300 to these people. Sometimes I had to sit next to stinky tweekers. During the hour-long-class sessions, you'd HAVE to tell a sob story about your addiction. If you don't, it's a fucking battle. So, each week I'd make up a story about my on-going battle with marijuana addiction.
They get an extra star for the 8-hour long classes I had to take. I learned a lot about how to get away with a crime :-)
Also, I got to go to an AA meeting because of this class. That was... bizarre.
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