Jimi

 I don't have very many friends, mainly because I don't really have much use for most people. The majority of them are fake, they greet you with plastic smiles and insincere enthusiasm, as if they don't talk shit behind your back. I've been betrayed by a friend I claimed as my little brother, as well as most others I've let my guard down around.

Jimi, is one of a very few people I consider my friend. He's a loyal, solid friend, who would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it more. He just happens to be a junkie, on corrections for multiple charges of distribution of methamphetamine. Who am I to judge? The only difference between me and him is I was lucky enough to not get caught.

Earlier this week his corrections officer gave him a UA, and Jimi was positive for meth, so his CO decided that since after two months of weekly meetings with Jimi he had only passed two or three UA's, the best thing to do was send Jimi to jail until KDOC could come get him and take him to one of the state prisons.

His CO could just send him to prison for a 120 day quick dip, but even Jimis sister told me that with his record more than likely he'll have to sit out his underlying sentence of seven years. I've been pretty bummed,

I was closer to Jimi than any one else I know here, we both grew up on the street, hustling, stealing, and fighting. Much different than most of the rednecks and farm boys here. He was one of the few people I related to here, and that I trusted, and now he's headed to prison, and I feel like all my real friends are either dead or locked up. And I wonder how I ended up being the one who avoided those two fates.