Lies And The Truth.

It's easy to believe in lies, but to believe in the truth is to know what the truth is, and make the right decision about things, and my story started a long time ago when I was still young and was working and living in a town called Healesville in Victoria, and every Friday we would finish or knock off work early, about two thirty and I would go down to the pub and have a few beers with my cousin, but once he didn't join me at the pub and I had a few too many and the Publican  ask me to go home, so I left that Hotel and went to another pub just down the street, and I had a few beers there, but by that time I was too intoxicated to drive or even walk home, so I opted to visit my Uncle who lived at the back of the pub in a two bedroom flat with his wife and two children, but I can't remember how old they were, but one child was a girl and the other was a boy, and when I knocked on the door no one answered the door, but I heard someone hurrying out of the room, and so I needed to go to the toilet but didn't know where it was, and just as I was about to yell out to my Uncle for direction to the loo he came out of the room and accused me of interfering with his daughter who was laying on a couch about seven feet from me and she only had a tee shirt or singlet on and nothing else and her legs were spread apart, there was no contact between me and the child, but my Uncle accused me anyway and he tried to attack me but I got away , but I was charged and convicted without a a fair trial and without my presence in court. And the other convictions are just like that one, with no evidence or proof or witnesses, and I felt that I got no justice in any of those cases.