I know this kid that grew up
across the street from my mother's house. He's
probably in his 30's by now, but I had  about
15 years on him. He's had a brush or two with the
law, including at least one conviction, and he is
presently on probation, if not parole.
His parents divorced and moved
on, but he and an older brother now control the
family homestead, so when I visit back east, I try
and check their progress. The last time I spoke to
him, he told me about an incident where he was
rolling through the neighboorhood with his music
bumping low frequency bass, as loud as possible. The
cops pulled him over on a noise violation. Since he
had a record, they ended up violating his early
release, and sent him back to jail.
I asked him why, knowing the
status of his legal situation, would he risk
attracting the notice and ire of the local
constabulary, by blasting his music? His response: They
can't tell me what to do in my own car. I aint no
punk, and won't let them punk me like that. Yet,
I said, rather than lay low for a year or so, you
were willing to have your freedom expunged and return
to jail, with your head held high.
Ridicules.
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