Why is Dad always trying to dress like me? =) Today we had to take Dad to see his probation officer. Her office was 19 miles away in North Scottsdale. That will be a nice trip for Dad by bus when Mommy goes back to work. She told Dad he had to be there at 11am so he had to tell work he would be late. Then she made him go take a drug test. He has to pay for these of course so we had to get a money order and then take him there. Of course this place is in the completely opposite direction in downtown Mesa. If Dad had taken the bus he would have missed at least half the day of work. What is with these people? How are people ever supposed to overcome this stuff? They certainly don't seem to want to help anyone out! Dad has to pay fines, pay probation, pay for drug tests, ride the bus all over the city, do hundreds of hours of community service, attend court dates, go to counseling and AA meetings, etc. all while trying to hold down a job and spend time with his family. Mommy now knows why there is such a high recidivism rate with criminals but my Daddy is a trooper and keeps holding his head high. You go Daddy!
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