I don’t want to drive my car into the general area, of the city jail, so I take a city bus. I then walk through the hopeless streets of the center city. I’m not afraid, I have walked through worse streets before, much worse streets.
I get to the main entrance to the city jail and I go through the long, slow check in. They finally lead me into the prisoner visitation area. I see Rick the Prick, behind an unbreakable glass window. I walk over and sit in a visitor chair.
Rick stares at me.
I tell the boy, “Prick, you let little politician Polly charge to a federal government contract for not quite seven months, day by workday. Polly admitted that she did not work on the contract. To cover for Polly’s lack of work you forced another employee to do the work assigned to Polly. The slave employee finally escaped from you and Polly. I talked with the slave employee and then I reported the fraud, to the government. The federal government then did a bit of investigating. You and Polly stepped on the slave employee. Polly stepped on other people, as well. The other people that Polly stepped on tried to get even. I don’t know if they did. However, Polly went down hard, on federal charges. Polly thinks that she escaped prison. That’s just an illusion. With federal charges on her record, Polly can’t get another political job, with no work required of her. Polly’s skills are almost all political. Now, Polly has to live and work in the concrete jungle, out there. Polly has no idea how to live in the concrete jungle to which she has been exiled. Not to worry, there are those who will teach Polly how to survive life in the concrete jungle. The teaching fees are going to be very high, for Polly.
“Prick, I grew up in the worst part of the concrete jungle. They still remember Jim The Butcher, in the concrete jungle. I still work out, night by night. I still know how to survive out there. They say that there are no winners in the concrete jungle, just survivors. What they say is not quite correct. I came out of the concrete jungle and I not only survived, I won. I got thrown in juvenile prison, due to perjured testimony and unethical prosecution. In juvie, they didn’t teach me anything about survival that I didn’t already know. They did let me use the computers and I learned to program them. It turned out that I was very good at programming computers, as you know. By the time that I got out of juvie, I was close to having a college degree. They wanted me to have a college degree to show people, because of the illegal trial that put me in juvie. I didn’t beat the legal people up, for revenge, I got a lawyer and he beat the District Attorney up. I got a very nice cash award from a Judge, in damages, because of the unethical prosecution. By the way, damages are not taxable, so I didn’t get into trouble there.
“Prick, when the federal people legally landed on Polly, the price of Lozenge Corporation stock fell. I used stock options and the price fall in Lozenge Corporation stock, to multiply the damages money that I got for my illegal imprisonment in juvie. I did pay taxes on the stock options money profits that I earned.”
