When I was 17, I was on the top of the world. I was one of the Top fifty college football prospects in the state. I was on my way to a big university. Season is almost over and i get real bad sick, hospitalized. Lost almost eighty pounds over he next few months. Scholarship goes out the window. So i end falling in the love at 18, i've never been one to trust anybody and i let my guard down. I go off to college (in same county, still live at home) and by the end of the first semester im ready to marry this girl, one day i have some problems downtstairs so i go to see the doc. Turns out i have a bacterial infection, clamydia, awesome so the girl im bout to propose to gets a train run on her by two of my best friends! and gives me chlamydia! HAHA! so i go on a little depression experiment with drugs then get my life back together. Go back to school, have my own apartment now, have a good job everything seems to be working out. Unfortunately i was still smoking weed at this time, i ride with a buddy so he can pick up some product, he decides to rob the dealer, dealer turns out to be an undercover detective, im in the passenger seat so i go down with a six year sentence also. Spend almost two years in prison. Finally get out, enrolled back in school, meet the most amazing girl i've ever met in my life and i get her pregnant. Im a fucking bum that can't even get a job at the shittiest of places because of my felony. How do i support this baby? No one will give me a chance, and i feel like i've completely ruined her life because she is stuck with me now. I understand why so many people end up going back to prison because in our society, regardless of what you did, if you're a felon, then youre a modern day leper.