Fugitive Of Justice

Man, I’m sorry to be writing this but the gig’s up. I blew a .027 at the transition house. There’s no denying I was drinking. I went to Right Brain Brewery again today and had a few too many drinks. I’m on my last chance with probation, so I don’t see any reason not to leave. I’m not sure how I’m going to get away tonight as there’s only two doors, one with an emergency alarm and another right in front of the office. I have a feeling they’re going to call the police as soon as they realize I’m trying to leave. I texted my boss and told him I’m sorry. He said they like me there and I’m welcome back whenever I might be able to work again. 

One thing’s for sure, if I get away from Traverse City without being arrested, this blog is going to get a lot more interesting. I’m going to buy a Greyhound ticket tomorrow and go to Colorado on Saturday. I’ll go to Durango, in the southwest corner of the state and try to get a job there