Some People Never Learn

I wrote this about three years ago. Last week I had to go down to the cells area, and there, chalked on the board by a cell door, was our man's name again. In the interim he has spent many months in and out of prison, always for various offences connected with his tempestuous and drink-sodden relationship with his paramour. I have no idea what to do with him, but his continued arrests and incarcerations must have cost a small fortune - I wish there were a better way.