AR6rider, i appreciate your hate and sarcasm, but eat my fucking ass. Like you've never made a mistake in your life. My son is the best thing that ever happend to me, and unlike most my age, I'm doing everything I can for him. As for the house arrest:
I come from Talkeetna, it's the only place with an airport and pilots skilled enough to access Denali, making it a small drinking town of 800 with a climbing problem. We've been heavy drinkers since sophmore year, but I had mellowed out after the summer of '12 (year I graduated) and had been living/working in Anchorage. Went up to TK for a good ol' time one weekend, drank a 5th of Jack Daniels chased with another 5th of R&R (I like'd my whiskey) and blacked the fuck out. I got in a few confrontations since I tend to be antagonistic for my own amusement when I'm wasted. We party down by the river, bonfire, on a clear day/night (summer in AK doesn't get dark) you can see the full scope of the Alaska range with Denali looming over the town, it's a view I never get tired of. Anyway, I was forced away from the river by some friends who were used to dealing with my drunk ass when I got that way. I got angry, threw my truck keys at my friend, and proceeded to storm off. Next thing I remember is 14 hours later I'm in Palmer, which is 70 miles away and since Talkeetna has 4 state troopers to cover a 2000sq mile area, and no holding facility, anyone they arrest has to be driven down to Mat-Su Pre-trial where I spent the remainder of my weekend. I had apparently (keep in mind, what I'm about to tell you is based on friends and acquaintances filling in the blanks for me) broken into a local lodge/restraunt. I broke in by completely ripping the back door off the hinges, where I then proceeded to grab a fire extinguisher and empty it around the inside, I then broke said fire extinguisher in half. I ripped all the dispensers off the wall and destroyed the shower in one of the bathrooms, and broke a window. The cops showed up, and arrested me. Apparently as soon as I was handcuffed in the back of the cruiser I was trying to kick out the windows of said car. Halfway to Palmer they got fed up, and pulled over. One of the officers opened the door as I threw a kick, which I subsequently happened to plant on his face, which is where my assault charge came from. Then he broke out the pepper spray, not the hip can, the fire-extinguisher sized one they keep in the car for fuckers like me, and completely hosed me down. Next thing I remember is coming to in a holding cell, stripped down to my underwear (inb4 rape jokes), my whole body and eyes burning from the pepper spray shower I received. When they got me there I blew a .173. Now do the math, I quit drinking around midnight when I blacked out, was arrested at 3am, and in jail at 6am, meaning at the time of the incident, I was somewhere in the .3 range in a full on blackout drunken rage. Anyway I still blew a .11 and was too intoxicated for my first arraignment (it even says "too intoxicated for first arraignment on the report). So I spent a weekend in jail, was convicted 2 weeks later of assault 4 on an officer and criminal trespass 3, both misdemenors. That was the deal they gave me since originally I was charged with assault 4, burglary 1 (felony), disorderly conduct (mis), and criminal mischeif (felony). I had a totally clean record before then so I narrowly avoided 15 years. I started my sentence October 1st and I'm off December 27th with 3 years unsupervised probation, which just means if i commit any jailable offenses, I have to serve my remaining suspended sentence (180 days). As for where I'm going with my life? I'll be paying off my 1400$ restitution to the business I fucked up, and next spring I'll be getting certified to run heavy equipment and get my CDL, and with that training I hope to be able to run snowcats during the winter so I can stay immersed in the ski community, while properly providing for my family. 8 weeks of school and I'm making 40$/hr with lots of overtime during the summer, fuck your college degrees. And AR6rider, I'm not sorry you're too much of a bitch to handle what I'm doing like a man, and next time you use some 50 cent song in your shitty edit, taste some jail food first, it'll make you seem more legit. Fuck you
