John was sitting in an office that smelt more like a sterile doctors office as the two older men sat in front of him, notes in hand barely glancing up at him to make eye contact.
They were suited and booted, perfectly outfitted for the occasion.
"Your records show that you were involved in numerous serious incidences in your late teen years", said the main suit, not looking at him at all.
John thought of the irrelevance of such an assertion seeing it was almost 30 years ago.
How did they know what events had transpired, or why they took place at all.
They were just reading 2nd hand reports, written by people who weren't there at the time themselves, and now making judgments upon them.
He shuffled in his chair, letting the men read from these old notes. The less senior of the two occasionally interrupting the main accuser, trying to add even more irrelevant context to the already ancient unknown to their minds events that the main suit was reading at him.
This was so long ago, that no one but he knew the truth that had expired, yet they were not interested in his views, or the truth.
There was no point explaining anything to these people. Their minds had been made up about him before he had even entered the room.
Peoples minds were always made up about him before he had even opened his mouth.
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