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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2016, 01:45 AM (11 Views) | |
| Drew | Dec 8 2016, 01:45 AM Post #1 |
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"You must take action now that will move you towards your goals. Develop a sense of urgency in your life." ― H. Jackson Brown, Jr. Does ANYONE know what the fuck just happened? One minute, everything's going just like I thought it would; I'm beating Jason Sandman like it was my job, and the universe is alright. Three seconds later... and Jason Sandman has exorcised a demon that's been around for six years. I shook your hand after that contest because you earned it. Two mastodons charging into battle, just like old times, but this contest ended differently. Jason Sandman, I salute you. Now, with 30 points left in the Point Roulette series, my back's against the wall. Time to increase the urgency level. Annnnnnndddddddd... it's on to the next one. ------------ Location: Ector County Courthouse, Odessa, TX Date/Time: 15AUG90, 0938 Hours CDT Four months, 4 days and 12 hours ago, I ended a man's life in a blaze of hatred and a haze of alcohol I never should have had. Four months, 4 days and 12 hours later, I'm in a holding cell at Ector County Courthouse, awaiting my fate. My lawyer, Michael Robinson, Esquire, had informed me that the district attorney's office accepted my plea, and they dropped the capital murder charge--with it, the death penalty was off the table. As a guy who turned 18 in prison, a lot of that flew over my head at the time. Guard: John David Smith the third? I looked up, feeling a lot older than I was... and not in a good way. Guard: Your lawyer is here. I nodded, unable to speak all of a sudden. My throat had seized up; I wanted a drink of water, a shower, a good night's sleep, and to not have killed a man in a violent, booze-fueled rage. I had a drink of water. Just then, my lawyer emerged, in a suit that was probably cheaper than it looked. That'll happen when you can't afford an attorney, and one is appointed to you by the court. Michael Robinson: So how's my favorite client holding up? JD: I'm your only client. Michael Robinson: That's not true. I have other clients. JD: Up on possible murder charges? Michael Robinson: Not this week. I smiled. I didn't want to. Michael Robinson: You ready for this? I looked at my orange jumpsuit, then back at my lawyer. JD: Do I look ready? Michael Robinson: Well, we're just entering your plea, since the prosecution agreed to lower the charge from murder to manslaughter due to the extraordinary circumstances. JD: Sure hope so. It'd be a real bad thing if they went back on that, huh? I laughed. He wasn't laughing. So I cleared my throat. JD: Oh-kay. Thankfully, the guard saved my embarrassment. If you can talk about an 18 year old kid about to be sentenced to jail for as long as the judge decides being 'saved', that is. Guard: It's time. Michael brushed his suit down; the man didn't have a speck of dust or lint on him, but I imagined it was a nervous tick of his. He was trying to put on a strong front for me, which I appreciated, but nothing was going to take away the sting of what the judge was going to say. JD: Let's get this over with. Just my life, right? No one said anything as the guard opened my cell. I put my hands forward and accepted the cuffs I was required to wear into the courtroom. I was led through the door, into the courtroom, and the first person I saw was my mother, waiting for me. She was already crying when I made my way to my bench. The prosecution was on the other side of the room, and they looked smug. Wouldn't be surprised if they were from Midland. Pricks. Bailiff: ALL RISE! The honorable Judge David Ross presiding. Everyone got up as the judge entered the courtroom, with his long black robe flowing behind him. It felt more like an arrival of a king instead of a judge. Guess that showed how often I'd been in a courtroom--never--before. Judge David Ross: Please be seated. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, let's get started. This is case number 75420-3: People v. John David Smith III. I understand there has been a plea arrangement; is that correct, counselor? Michael Robinson: Yes, Your Honor. Mr. Smith has agreed to plead guilty to second-degree manslaughter in exchange for the prosecution disregarding the death penalty. The prosecuting attorney stood up at that point. Charles Harris: Charles Harris for the prosecution, Your Honor. You can see here, in the affidavit, Mr. Smith has agreed to the charge of second-degree manslaughter. In return, we at the District Attorney's office agree to the reduced charge and will leave it to the court's discretion on how to go about sentencing. Judge David Ross: And to think, I didn't know if we were going to be able to break for lunch today. Very well. Mr. Smith, please rise. I stood up, looking the judge in the eye. Judge David Ross: It is the opinion of this court, having read the eyewitness reports and your subsequent confession, that you do understand the gravity of the situation. Regardless of how it happened, you are responsible for the death of Charles Leroy Jenkins. And for that, you will have to be punished. The court recommends that you spend 12 months minus one day incarcerated at the Price Daniel Unit in Sawyer, with credit for time served. I tried not to slump into my seat. It barely worked. Judge David Ross: It is also the opinion of the court that, given the right amount of rehabilitation, you will become a fine, upstanding citizen again. I was once a Permian Panther, Mr. Smith. I know the value of hard work. You use your time wisely, and you'll understand it too. One bang of the gavel later, and my fate was sealed. At least 8 months in lock-up. I heard my mom wail in grief, but I couldn't look at her. I couldn't bear to see the pain on her face. The guard led me away as my lawyer turned and tried to console my mother. As I made it back to the holding cell, and the guard closed the gate after removing my handcuffs... I finally broke down. Four months, four days and 13 hours ago, I had killed a man. Two minutes later, I had killed my own innocence. ------------ Urgency. It's not just a buzzword. It has to be a way of life. If you live your life with no sense of urgency, there's never any pressure to do better. If you just skate by, doing the bare minimum, you will get the bare minimum in return. I did that against Jason Sandman last week, and I paid the price. I lost 20 points to a guy who'd NEVER beaten me. And why? Because I had no urgency. Now, after a week of reflection, I'm planning on taking out my frustrations on the masked kid known only as The Saint. You see, Saint, I don't know a thing about you. But I really don't have to. All I know is you've got more guts than brains. Most rookies have that going for them, and in some, it's an endearing trait. There's been a ton of new guys in this company that have such high hopes, only to run into a buzzsaw: me. ...Alright. This is starting to feel like more of the same from me. I'm in danger of slipping right back into the same level of complacency that got me last week. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the same old format, week in and week out, not getting me anywhere. It's time to fix some stuff. I took on this challenge for two reasons: you made the bet, Saint, and I want to get back into the game. If I have to do it at your expense, then so be it. Deep down, I really don't enjoy the prospect of what's going to happen to you, kid. I'm supposed to be willing to step aside, helping to prepare the newest generation of superstars for the business. Technically, I've been supposed to be willing to step aside for the better part of a decade; yet here I am, still fighting, still battling, still scratching and clawing for everything I've ever gotten. So in that sense, I will do what I've always done. Survive. Thrive. Move on. And after Thursday, when all the dust is settled, and you've put me back in the game where I belong, I will remember what I said. I will give you the title shot you asked for, when I get a championship belt around my waist again. Your loss will inevitably be your gain. Look at it this way: your fastest path to receiving ANYTHING in this business is going to be through me anyway. Why not use that? Why even bother showing up at all, when my bargain with you will give you what you seek so much faster? Let's say you actually do the unthinkable, and put me out of this little tournament. What will it gain you? What will you receive, other than more struggle to get ahead? It doesn't make any sense for you. So do the right thing. LAY DOWN. Earn your title shot and find something else to do. Let this old man get his one last shot in the sun. Or... you can come to fight. You can bring your entire arsenal. You can battle to the bitter end. You can try your best, giving your all like hundreds before you and hundreds after you. You can fight the good fight, and just like the hundreds before you and the hundreds after, you'll lose. And I'll be there, as I've always been, to tell you 'I told you so'. I told you so. See you Thursday. |
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