Late, but not as Usual...

More to the point, I didn't feel like blogging yesterday.

Why, you ask? Was it because I was out on a hot date? Was it because I completed my master plan to conquer the world? Was it because my people were finally liberated?

No, it is because it was my first year anniversary of completing my prison sentence. That's right, March 21, 2008, I left BOP custody and started my Supervised Release. I have 5 years of this garbage, but I did just put in a motion to the Court for termination (they're allowed to after you've completed 1 year, since recidivism rates go down so much after the first year).

Get this: I paid the $39 Court Fee by check, but they returned the money, explaining that although I wasn't in forma pauperis (broke) anymore, I was still Pro Se (representing myself), and the fees only apply to lawyers. At least you know where $40 of that 50,000 went to, right? I'm still in shock that the government wasn't going to take the money and run. Evidently, I needed a bailout too.

Except New York ain't jibin' - they still haven't given me my tax money back. Which means I'm broke... since this weekend, I saw the Watchmen at the IMAX theater, then went to the top of the Empire State Building (well, 86th floor, the 102nd costs an extra 15, so I said screwit!).

It's unfortunate, because I really need to get 2 tattoos done (bad jew! bad jew!), and would rather have them done now, rather than later.

That's it for now. I'll fill you all in some more next Saturday, when I have some real time to write (unless I get outraged by something this week, you never now).