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Input: Posting from a throwaway because my safety is potentially at risk here. For some background, I am a college student and took a part time administrator job for what could be called a half way house for ex-convicts. It's an easy job, good hours and I really don't have to do much. The owner of the house has a contract with the state government to provide a place to live, life skills and transportation to and from work for the residents. The owner is an absolute piece of shit (if you've ever seen the movie Heat, he is exactly like the diner owner, though I've never seen him extort money, I wouldn't be surprised at all) and he seems to live to bust these dudes, most of whom genuinely are trying to get strait. The owner has a strict rule that we are to report any resident violations or we will be fired on the spot. 

We had a resident that I'll call Carl. Carl absolutely busts his ass trying to stay out of prison. I really like the guy and he's one of the funniest and friendliest guys I've ever met. I usually don't try to get into resident business, especially their convictions because I want to see them as people rather than convicts. 

This is where shit went down earlier this week. The owner claims that his van broke down and couldn't provide transportation to pick Carl up from work. I personally think it's absolute bullshit because I heard him in his residence (a guest house out back) screaming at his girlfriend and I think he just didn't want to back off from the fight. Whatever, I guess the van could have been broken down. I called Carl and told him about the, Carl said it was no problem he'd get a ride or walk home. One of Carl's terms of release was that he can't be within a certain distance of bars and dedicated liquor stores (I think it's 200 yards, but not sure). Carl was super late getting home and was about to bust his curfew so the owner asked me to see if I could find Carl. I drove around and sure enough Carl was standing right next to a bar. I don't know if he'd been drinking or not, I assume no because he's pretty committed to his sobriety. Carl acted like he didn't see me in my car but I know he did and when I went to turn around he must have bolted. I know he sprinted home because he actually beat me home but was crazy out of breath. 

I tossed and turned all night about what to do but in the morning, I told the owner. Owner reported the violation and apparently Carl was taken out of his work for processing on a violation. I don't know exactly but he's at least going back for his original time. He's going to miss the summer he had planned with his young kids, he's back inside and all this when he was working so hard. I feel like fucking shit. Like absolute shit. 

I know how I feel, but am I the asshole here?

getting an ex-con busted for violating one of the rules of his parole? he was in the wrong but I could have easily overlooked what he did