The oldest boy texted his dad informing him of his latest arrest. Apparently, he tried running from them, well, biking from them. He didn’t get far before he was tackled, body slammed, and face planted into the asphalt. He said his fingers got pretty messed up and somehow his leg had incurred an injury which he says was a cut to the bone. They took him to the hospital where he received a cat scan which revealed a concussion and they wouldn’t stitch his leg wound. And now I ask, How far down is rock bottom?
California has had its teeth pulled regarding drugs. An individual can walk up and down the street carrying meth, a pipe, various other drugs and their paraphernalia with nothing more than an officer checking for felonies and then being transported to the jail overnight and released the following day. It’s nothing. It doesn’t count. The state voted to reduce drug charges to misdemeanors so now they are nothing more than the equivalent of a traffic citation, only there don’t seem to be any fines. How would they pay them, anyway? California would rather make up the difference on me for not having my dog licensed on time. $300 for failing to register your dog vs. getting a talking to by police for carrying meth. Make sense?
These kids need help. No, I don’t want to see them in jail, but I’d wager that most of them are dealing with psychiatric issues that need to be dealt with and I’d think the state could come up with a few rehab facilities that are set up like jails only not actually jails. Keep them confined but get them clean and feed them. But our governor would rather waste billions on a stupid bullet train that will never get built. It’s hard to feel hopeful for the future when you see these young people with no options who will continue to spiral down until their crimes turn violent and they end up in prison or dead. I’m no bleeding heart, but damn, there has to be something.
This has been my morning-well, in actuality, the past five years of my life. Worrying about my oldest son who seems hell-bent on self-destruction with no way to get him on the right track. He’s brought the criminals around who have inhabited the garage next door. Saturday I discovered a blanket thrown over the outside security light and a blanket on the grass covering a block of cement that I’m sure someone was going to use to break the back door. I called the police about it and they sent a giggly woman who spent a grand total of two minutes checking it out. She happily returned to flirting with her partner before they drove off.
I didn’t realize that the rock bottom being referred to was my own.