“Get that money get that cash!” By Sasha at her desk

Thursday March 29, 2018
12:54pm
5 minutes
From a text

When you lead an unexamined life, you believe everything you’re told. You don’t think for yourself. You don’t question. I led an unexamined life. Until I made an impulse decision, until I listened to someone I looked up to. Until I stole from someone who I thought didn’t need what they had. Until I went to jail. I’m here today to tell you that there’s no one right way to live your life. Who am I to tell you how to do things. I’m a convicted criminal! What I can do, is let you know that there’s a space between impulse and action. That space is informed by how you live your life, whether or not you question what you’re told, think for yourself, read, learn, listen to a variety of people.

“criminal record” by Julia on the 511 going north


Sunday, January 13, 2013
12:24am
5 minutes
TTC poster on the streetcar

You lost me the day you chose your life over mine. Put yourself in danger, fine, but me and our boy? Never ever again. I hope you rot in jail and lose your ability to chew. I don’t know what will happen to you there, but I hope it’s bad. You’re just lucky that Sylas won’t remember his daddy pulling a gun on another human because he was too young to understand. But I will always remember. This crazy life you lead. I should have known better on our first date when I jokingly asked you if you had a criminal record and you just stared at me with this threaded apology in your eyes. I should have known. But it was too late. I already loved you. I want to say I could have gotten out but that would be a lie. You were the version of me in male form that I could stand to be around. You led a double life. You led a triple life for all I know. So bravo. You did a good job convincing me that I had nothing to worry about. I know you got angry but I believed it was only for good reason. You had your paranoia but I thought that was just your shoulder medication. And now I have a baby boy to raise all on my own–and I’m thankful for that. You won’t come anywhere near him.

“criminal record” by Sasha at her desk


Sunday, January 13, 2013
1:02am
5 minutes
TTC poster on the streetcar

He had a criminal record (multiple DUI’s and one “possession with the intent to sell”), a ponytail (black and coming midway down his back), a three-year-old daughter (Maddie), and three hundred and seventy two dollars in his bank account ($372.11, to be exact). He wrote songs on a ukelele and sang them in Spanish. He bit his nails down really low. When we met, he’d just lost custody of Maddie and the lawyer bills had put him thousands of dollars in debt. He was looking for a job. He came into the diner and handed me his resume. It was terrible, every line in different fonts, different sizes, no references to speak of… He asked for a glass of water “without ice”. Normally people looking for jobs, people like him, annoy the hell out of me. I don’t know. Something grabbed inside me, he grabbed something inside me. I told him to sit down, I gave him his glass of water and I told Don to make him a cheeseburger and fries.