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You know you were an ass as you grew up; the sort of misfit whom the local law enforcement knew by name. You'd gotten drunk, got into fights and even did drugs, but now you had found god in jail, even if the guards and law don't believe you. Four years for assault, and your time is almost up. You can't wait to go home, get back to repairing what family you had left. Then the news comes in. One of the people you fought, a thug like you used to be, waited for this; they've reported an old crime you committed, and the judge who also hated you allowed it through. One month left might become four more years. Trigger.