Rehabilitated
This post is dedicated to Marcus, his 6th ticket in 6 months, and the hope that we can talk some sense into him before it’s too late. If he gives Red’s monologue in court, I will pay for his ticket:
Rehabilitated? Well now, let me see. You know, I don’t have any idea what that means…I know what you think it means. To me, it’s just a made-up word, a politician’s word so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?…There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. And not because I’m in here or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone. This old man is all that’s left. I gotta live with that. ‘Rehabilitated?’ That’s just a made-up word. So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time.
