So I recently as I have given some interviews on my experience the question has come up as to how could I have possibly not known there was Meth in the car? It’s a fair question.
As I tell my truth about what happened, I’m uncertain about what I can say to convince anyone of my version of events. I think people make up their mind on stuff like this before they even hear a word. I was indeed arrested for something I did not do, but I pleaded guilty to something I did do. I don’t see the benefit of lying about that little distinction. Either you believe my story or you don’t, but regardless, I’ve served my time. So, while I may argue that certain events in this experience were unfair, ultimately, it was my actions that led to my arrest. I messed up big time. It’s not easy to admit that, and although prison was the worst experience of my life, it also may have saved it.
So, as you read this (my info about my crime … published on scottycarper.com), remember that I am fully aware of how foolish my actions were. I had numerous blind spots when it came to serving an addiction to pain killers. Some of my actions were so dumb it reminds of the idiot things people do in horror films (of course you should not go down to the basement). But when you reflect on a period of your life where you handled things badly there’s a clarity when you realize there is nothing more to be embarrassed about. Telling the truth is the only play left.
I’m done playing games. Playing games is what landed me in prison. There is really nothing more for me to be embarrassed about (that’s one good unintended consequence of prison).
So I’m glad I have told my story formally. It will tough for some of my family members for awhile (my perception as the golden child is definitely shattered) but let’s move on.
