Love, Justine

Muncy State Prison

April 23, 24

Tuesday

8:49am

I have some class today at 9:30am. It’s the primary elections today, and Biden is leading Trump in Pennsylvania so far.

Hm.

11:23am

I went to this group and, like always, they showed a video from 30 years ago made by men and for men, and told us that we are here in prison because we are addicted to drugs.

That’s super helpful.

Then it told us that if we don’t break the law, we’ll be fine on parole, which is complete bullshit. The rules that parole sets for us have nothing to do with the law. Is it illegal to be out of your home after 7pm? No. Is it illegal to drink alcohol? No. Is it illegal not to have a job? Nope.

Whatever.

There was one woman in the entire 30 minute video. A woman in the class pointed out that the video says nothing about being a mother and attempting to follow the rules of parole. The lady “teaching” the class spluttered and then said she was writing down her concerns and would discuss the them with somebody else and that she was “advocating” for us inmates.

Whatever you want to tell yourself, lady. It’s a zero-sum game that’s rigged for recidivism.

Chicken patties for lunch again. It’s like every other day. Could be worse, I guess. I called Motorcycle long enough to tell him that I couldn’t talk to him today, and would call tomorrow. This fucking group is an hour and a half a day for three days a week. No word on how many weeks.

6:46pm

I called the boys. They were building with Construx. King got mad at Superman for telling him to stop digging in the Construx so he could hear me, which made Superman mad, so we just got off the phone.

I hate my life.