I reside in a warehouse for troubled souls. My family is helping me reach out to others who may need my wisdom. A wisdom learned from the pain of living with angry, ill mannered humans and from my own errors that brought me to this no win, no way out, unfriendly neighborhood. If any of my writings help you out I would be pleased to hear from you.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Lockdown!
Writings will continue.... right now lock down means nothing but mail (federal law means the mail does not stop no matter what) and sack lunches of bologna sandwiches for sometimes a week. No showers...no emails....no visits....no commissary! Shakedowns, which means policemen come into your room (cell) and tear all your property out of your locker onto the floor. They take what they want including your food, books, and anything else. Be back in a few days, hopefully... This is not a rehabilitation facility in any way shape or form. Wish it were. We are now but the chosen to help feed the corporations through prison medical, prison canteen, and so on. More on this later...
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