-For some reason I couldn’t stop renewing my subscription to my old ill-mannered and barbaric issues.
-That leads me to being wanted for disrupting public services, burglary, felonious assault and three counts of domestic abuse.
-Those warrants for my arrest were over a year old so this whole ordeal was way past due.
-Also I was in the midst of a mental breakdown that had me dazed and confused.
-That’s why I didn’t take much for anything or anyone to light my fuse.
-On top of it all the problem with my anger management is not at all new news.
-But when the prosecutor said, “Give him 10 years!†my knees gave way and I started vomiting, wiped my mouth and eyes with some tissue.
-And after wallowing in my own tears and puke for a few.
-I had to ask myself this question, “Was I arrested or was I rescuedâ€
-Although I hate to admit it, I was addicted to every drug I have ever used.
-Even if I only got high on it before a time or two.
-I sacrificed my salvation for two years by being in an adulterous relationship as if that’s what God intended for me to do.
-Okay, they say you can’t control love but internally I know that that’s no excuse.
-Not to mention the fact that the rest of my virtues needed to be a little more constructed.
-This backwards conception of thinking what was wrong as if it were right left Brooklyn being the one I paid no attention to.
-It took some time but I now know that answer to the questions if I was arrested or was I rescued.
-I was freed from invisible confinements and it took being in Stark County Jail’s solitary for it all to come into view.
-And it was right on cue.
-So now I can write that I’m so glad that I know that I was rescued.