April 15, 2024
Monday
10am
Well, I waited a month to call my lawyer just to find out that he’s not my lawyer. I have to fill out a public defender form, which is not provided here, and then he MIGHT be my lawyer.
I hate my life.
He says a preliminary hearing is scheduled for 4/25/24 and he’ll send me the form. That’s just great. So I won’t have representation at the preliminary hearing.
Fuck.
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April 16, 2024
Tuesday
11am
I went to the eye doctor. When he asked me if I read a lot, I answered without thinking, “I’m a reporter. I write for a living.” He answered, “Oh, is there a little prison newspaper?”
“No,” I said, turning my whole body to face him incredulously, “In my REAL life.”
“Oh!” he spluttered, surprised. “In your REAL life!”
As if we never get out of here.
There was a long line of people ahead of me, and I kept hearing say to them, “I saw you two years ago,” and “I saw you three-and-a-half years ago…” so maybe he thinks we really never leave.
It sure feels that way.
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