Muncy State Prison
April 22nd, 2024
Monday
8:30am
I should have put in a commissary sheet. Stryder (presumably) put $50 on my books. So now I won’t have anything coming this week.
Not for two Fridays.
Ugh.
I guess I’ll read “Seat of the Soul.” I haven’t heard anything yet about Library being cancelled.
10am
Shocker of the year–Motorcycle was the one who put $50 on my account.
Wow.
He also called me a “catty little bitch.” I don’t know where that came from. He said, “Tell me how much you want me,” and I said (eye roll) “I want you,” and then he called me a catty little bitch, as if he was joking.
So fucking weird.
Why, when guys think they have you all the way, do they start getting fucking mean?
THIS IS WHY I DON’T DO MONOGAMY.
Fuck.
As soon as you commit or sign the marriage certificate.
It never fails.
3:30pm
So, I got called into the Counselor’s office, where the Magistrate Judge was on the phone to convince me to waive my preliminary hearing on the 25th. He also set my bail at $15,000 unsecured for both cases, which doesn’t help me at all because I already have to stay here anyway, because the Parole Board decided to keep me here pending the disposition of my charges.
And so I got my hopes up for nothing. And now I’m reading this book on openness and trust and faith and there being a reason for everything.
“Detain pending the disposition of new charges.”
Fuck my fucking life.
Next court date June 5th. Looks like I’ll be spending another fucking birthday in prison.
I can’t read this book anymore today.
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