What do i say...
 

So this week my stepfather's court date is comin up and this is the one where he gets his sentence or fine, If he gets jail time he's lookin at maximum 6 months..If that. He's the kind of guy that you can't say anything to him, I can't really explain..but when it comes to giving him advice..he's hard to talk to. Other than that he's fine.

He told me that if they sentence him to do time and they give him a date to either be picked up or report himself in..he is gone. But that's just gonna make it worse for him, But I can't tell him that because no matter what i say he's gonna do what he has set in his mind. Deep down, I don't think he's gonna do time..But it is a possibility.

The tension in the house is so bad, Today thier was almost a fist fight with him and his girlfriends son..I know he's scared and really on edge, And i'm kinda worried too. So as much as i don't wanna see him go to jail..If he does, I hope he goes straight from the courthouse that way he can't run and he can do his time and get that over with and then it's out of his life.

I don't know what to say to him, Except for if he leaves..he's an idiot.

6 months and he's thinking of taking off? I understand his reluctance to go to prison, but if he runs, he better run far, and I'm not sure 6 months is worth it.

Unless he's planning to leave the country make sure he understands that they'll almost certainly catch up with him sooner or later. He'll run a stoplight in the wrong town and they'll pick him up, then hold him and extradite him. He might have a chance at starting over in another country, but again, I don't know if that's worth 6 months.

Well, I'm gonna know soon enough.

He's not gonna leave the country, He told me where he would go..But i think he was just talking shit..But i don't know for sure.

Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty's Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

I suppose 25th Hour references are appropriate.

No one in the family has posted bond for your stepfather, right?

No, Here there's a thing called X-Coppers..Kinda like lawyers i guess who handle minor cases. Well, Just for my stepfather to get them to represent him..it's 1 thousand dollars. I was thier with him when he went and the guy asked him if there was any way he could make any kind of payment on his fines. We could barely come up with the money for him to get a....X-Copper.

So everyone is pretty tight on money right now...That's basicly where alot of the tension comes from in the house, Having just enough money to get by...Then having this thing with my stepfather just adds on too it. It's pretty shitty.

I find myself being asked to lend them money so they can pay the rent on time, I don't mind..But it usually takes a few "When do you think you can pay me back" before i get my money back...But this is a whole different discussion.

WTF is wrong with the system, It's been 6 years my stepfather has been going to court. Today was his final day to get his punishment and i could tell this morning driving him to the courthouse that he was scared but relieved that it's finally gonna be over.

Do you think the judge could make up his mind, Now he's gotta go back on the 24th. This has pissed me off so much cause i know all this shit that's been going on in the house the closer this date came is just gonna build up again.