Jason Pavelock (+update)

UPDATE 10/8/2024 


I thought about this again this morning. Jason said that what he had on his computer when the police accused him of possessing child pornography was that he, Jason, put it there so that he would never look at it and if he did it was set up in such a fashion that it would be erased upon opening. 


QUESTION: Is that possible? If you can hack computers and you read this, please drop line @ richardand441@gmail.com. I'll read everything with suspicion. Answers are nice. 




 He looked like some junior representative
of the League of Loving Satanists: his feathery,
long hair pulled back in a ponytail
from his wispy goatee and that fragile, white face. 

He dressed in gothic and cartoonish slacks and
graphic t-shirts or casual shirts
depending on the day. 

And, brought together by homeless
circumstances, we knew each other more
than a week or two before I finally
realized the accusations of owning child pornography
and being on probation for it
were true. 

He was in his mid- or later-twenties then (and that was about
five years ago) and there's nothing I know to
fix the damage of his sin or my abject stupidity, but I think
about poor old Jason sometimes when
I hear about some overeager, impressionable fool
who says he's too young
(or some likewise qualification)
to know exactly what he's doing. 




**** 

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