Letters to My Son

This is the story of letters written to my son while he was incarcerated in county jail. My story begins when my son Jonathan was a minor and living with his mother after his parents divorce. Jon took his mothers car and ran into a ladys porch. The police were called and found marijuana and drug paraphernalia in the car. Prior to this, Jon was hanging out with a group of young goths (Satanic group). This was a young group of kids dressed in black and worshiping the devil. John went to court and was sentenced to probation for one year for his first offence in the First Offenders Program. When he completed the course, the conviction would be sponged from his record. Jon saw his probation officer monthly. John had drugs in his drug tests, and his attitude did not change. The probation officer gave him a second chance, and he was sentenced to another year of probation. Jons mother called me and asked me to take Jon and take him to his probation meetings. I did this, and Jon was still hanging out with the goths and still was not passing his drug tests. Probation sent Jon to court, and he was put in work release. Work release placed Jon at Wendys. The first night of work, Jon returned from Wendys high; he was then placed in the main jail. This is when the letters between Jon and I began, and the story begins.