CS: Look Out! Its Jesus!

Saturday, April 15
A thick fog coverred the ground on the way to the A train. By 7:45 am it had all but dissipated in the humidity. The Community Service crew gathered in coversation as they waited for the van. Carl asked V---- for a cigarette, saying he was trying to quit.

"No, if you have to work the week day they put you through the ringer" said S---, the Irish kid from Sheepshead Bay. "Sometimes they'll tell you your hours don't count if you get on the wrong crew, so gotta ask a lot of questions at first." "That's b--- s---! I feel sorry for B---, you know he's got over 500 hours! On the clock he'd be working for years! He might have to switch to a few shifts." said V-----.

Soon it was 8:45 am. Some of the crew already left. Mr. B----- probably wouldn't be coming today. "Hey carl, wasn't today you're last day?" V----- asked. "In theory. I think they owe me Community Service miles at this point." I replied. "Yeah, maybe they'll get you a trip to Rikers!" he said slapping me on my back "You know what I'm outta here, can you tell him that white V----- from the Ridge was here." he walked towards the subway station. "See you next week, boys!" White V-----, I thought to myself, is there any other race of someone named V-----? It was now 9:00 am.

By around 9:30 am it was just me and T-----, the new guy. "What do you think?" I asked. "I think we're idiots for waiting this long, you going?" "Yeah, if you are." We walked into the station and avoided the woman screaming "Jesus is coming again!" We ended up on the same part of the platform. T----- laughed and said "If Jesus came back again, he'd be a zombie. Zombie Jesus!" We both laughed out loud distracting the woman. I raised my arms wide and lumbered slowly to him "I'm Jesus, rrrrrrr, I don't want to hurt you. I want to save you! rrrrrrrrr." He copied me and said "I want your brain and your soul rrrrrrr." The train pulled up, I jumped in and said "Look out! Jesus is behind you! Run this way!" He followed me, We took our seats.

I didn't want to ask what he did. That would actually break my heart. He seems like such a nice kid, smart, well spoken with a great sense of humor. "So how many hours you got?" I asked. He said 70, I told him I did too. "And misdemeanor probation, how many years?" he had four, I said I had three. He asked if today counted for hours. "No, you have to sign out to make it count." He rolled his eyes "What's the point of showing up if no one from Probation shows up?!" I shrugged my shoulders. "I have to show up next week to find out if my hours are over." He shook his head at the floor.

He asked me for advise. He works at the airport and no one knows he has a misdemeanor. In this day and age he's afraid of losing his job. "First of all you have a misdemenaor, you are not a felon. You have to know your case and call Legal Aid if you can't find an answer on the web." He nodded in agreement. So I should just tell them then. "No! Not unless they ask you!" I told him to consult with legal aid about filing an appealed after his time is done (in four years). "Stick with it, otherwise it will always appear on your record." I reached my station. See you next week." I said as the doors closed.

Scores on the board:
CS miles earned: 8