I won't go back to work tomorrow. I don't care what Jack says, I am with you threatens

to tell my probation officer. I will not hear the way my co-workers laugh at me. They

tell me it's nothing, but they didn't see it. They haven't seen the spot, like I did

today. Yeah, I did time. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not going to be us anybody and

tell them a lie. I got a little too drunk one night and assorted someone in a bar. It

was my first offense, and I did my two years without much hassle. Hell, they even let me

do my last year at work release, so I could keep paying my parents mortgage for them. I

worked construction, so it was a good fit. They set me up in an outfit, they had been

doing drywall and laying flooring, and I worked with the crew I got along with. It was

a sweet gig, and it was a gig that I was told I could keep after I got released. When

the day of my release came, I told them how I would see them in a few days and rejoin

the real world. That had been the night. My dad had suffered a stroke. It was a bad

one. Mom woke me up screaming and we took him to the hospital in the back of an ambulance.

Suddenly, a doctor's the talk to, changes to making the house I'd grown up in and a man

who'd once taken care of me to take care of. He'd lost function in nearly half of his

body, and with mom feeling very overwhelmed, it became my job to take care of dad. It wasn't

until my probation officer informed me that I was in danger of violating, that I realized

it had been almost a month since I was released. I understand you've got some things going

on, but you have to maintain employment as part of your probation. Your job with the

construction foam says they'll let you come back if you're still interested, but you

have to have some income coming in by the end of the week or risk violating your probation.

I went to the form in the next day to see if I could get my old job back, but it appeared

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