when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Saturday, March 03, 2007


A very attractive young man with some of the thickest hair I had ever seen came into my shop for a haircut yesterday afternoon. After we established a bit of rapport and he realized I was old enough to be his mother he told me this:
"I recently got out of jail. I killed a deer."
"You killed a who?"
"I got caught shooting a deer on the Blue Ridge Parkway.(that's federal land)They gave me five years, but they suspended three. I was eighteen when I went to jail; real jail."
I was standing behind him shaking my head in disbelief. Isn't deer hunting something humans have been doing in order to survive since the beginning of time. Couldn't they just slap a serious fine on this kid? This sweet boy is only one year older than my oldest son.I felt like crying. I wished I could take the hole nightmare away.
"You know what gets me?" he asked me.
"I was in with the father rapers and murderers. There was a guy in there convicted of sodomizing a five year old child. He only got four years. I got five for shooting a deer."
hands down, most disturbing story I have heard in a long, long time.

1 comment:

Jerri said...

Hands down. HANDS F'N DOWN.

I've spent time on the Parkway. One deer more or less could not equal years in jail. Absolutely could not.

This story is gonna stick with me all day. Probably longer.

Jeeeeee-mi-NY Crickets!!!!

Where's the justice?????