Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
‘Cause all I ever have
Lets agree to ignore the politics of the lyrics
I rescue pit bulls with a guy I know from the motorcycling. He is good at being a man and these days he is a good man too. Better man then me in many ways. Rich in the ways of integrity, love, friendships, stories and adoptive family, poor in cash.
But that wasn’t always so. He started off well enough, tough up bringing but nothing horrible. Out of high school, into the military to be one of those girls with penises and went off the rails after that. Coke (and I recently learned, dog fighting )mostly. He rode with a bad crew, which I knew when I meet him because of the black blotches covering up old tatts. Out and out bad. Fucking up put him on the path to being on the wrong side of a law man’s gun but that’s not how it played out when he caught a case.
He walked away from it all one night after a dog fight went wrong. He was killing dogs when an inner voice said what the fuck are you doing. The full weight of fucking up hit him like a sledgehammer. He grabbed the dogs he hadn’t killed and hauled ass. Told his old crew he was done but he wouldn’t rat, fully expecting to be beaten and possibly killed when he returned his colors, but he showed up on time with his cut and his ink covered so they let him be.
A few months later the cops were at his door. Knock knock, are you so and so, yes I am, you are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent…. While they were putting bracelets on him he told the cops I won’t resit. I fucked up a lot, but I wont hurt you. There is a gun in the house and some dogs. Get the gun, let me put on my pants and I wont lawyer up. Longish story short he was up front with the law about what he did but refused to rat on his old crew. Pissed them off and the law threatened him with telling everyone he went state witness and throwing him in Gen Pop. He told the DA, I am a Christian now, I won’t lie, I won’t contest anything I did. I’ll do my time but I won’t rat. After some days of legal bullshit the DA told him to get a lawyer we’ll work something out but you need a public defender. My friend got a pretty hard sentence but not the worst. The judge added he would never be allowed to own a dog or be around dogs again. My friend asked the judge to reconsider that part, basically saying I am a worthless son of a bitch, I earned my time but when I get out I have to make amends to the dogs. I never hurt anyone that wasn’t in the life and they had it coming, but the dogs never deserved what I did to them . When I get out I have to make it right, to the dogs. Judge kept the can’t own dogs part, tossed the other.
My friend did a nickle, Got out way early because even the hard ass CO’s spoke for him. He got out, found a church full of old folks who werent pisssy about his tattoos and jail time, learned he could get some help from the VA, learned to work on bikes and started helping out at animal shelters. My friend told me once he heard the
what the fuck are you doing voice he lost the desire for whores, coke, money etc. Gone. He said he went 9 years without thinking about a woman until he meet his wife. 9 years, no boner. Saw her, boner. He went to talk to her. Laid all his bullshit on the table and said date me any way. She did and they have been married 17 years now. He patched shit up with his kids, He has grandkids, him and his old lady don’t make much money, his best year was 53k, they live in a 1 bedroom, 1 bath low level apartment and like all true bikers, his Harley is best ride.
They are a good couple. An odd couple. Him with his tattoos and hard face, her with her church girl for life vibe, but they are happy and she understands his drive about rescuing animals.
I didn’t know most of this. I guessed the out bad, coke, gang life, jail time and conversion stuff. Ain’t the 1st guy like that I have meet but he told me the full story about 2 weeks ago. We were working on finding a home for this dog he found. Amazing dog, beautiful and friendly and she surrived an unkown number of days of 19 degree temps with no food, no water and only a plastic dog hoise to keep her warm. She surrived with her temperment entact. We needed a foster home for her, and my new dog was too aggressive to bring in another. I asked him about keeping the new dog. He said I can’t man, and explained why
The Ton has seen broken men before. Hell The Ton has been broken ourselves but I ain’t ever seen a man that convicted of his pass. I don’t know how the scales of cosmic justice work but I do know a man can’t give anymore then him when it comes to animals. He even talked me out of killing an opossum once. Sometimes I wish the fucker would slow down because I need the break. 3 dogs in one week is a big deal when your house is full of dogs and kids and you have 2 full time jobs going on but I am a fucking sucker.
The point behind all this? There ain’t one really expect to point out how rare it is for a man to completely turn his life around like that. Not sure what it takes, but I have not yet meet the woman who has done it.