Love, Justine

Muncy State Prison

April 26 2024

Friday

11:49am

We got searched. They didn’t take anything from me. They took Burgundy’s shoes and her fan. 

Wasn’t hers, apparently.

Hm.

2:49pm 

Oh no. The neighbor cube is getting a fourth roommate who apparently killed her two children by shooting them in their faces, and she’ll be sleeping on a top bunk directly next to Daisy. Like–inches apart.

Cool.

The Unit Manager apparently put the new Asian lady next door because she and the current Asian lady that lives there both speak Vietnamese.

They also both speak English.

Hm. 

Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” is on the radio for the millionth time. Daisy says it’s trying to tell me something.

Hm.

I don’t understand. How would Gary Zukav reconcile parents who kill their children? Did they agree to THAT before they were all born??

I need to know.

5:47pm We just got back from dinner. Somebody in blues–either a new person or a juvenile–got taken to the Hole in a restraint chair. We had to wait forever to go back to the Unit. 

This place is so sad.

Our Unit was singing and dancing and generally being obnoxious and loud while somebody was being strapped to a chair and taken to solitary confinement.

This is how we treat each other.

In other news, Daisy is having anxiety about sleeping next to the Vietnamese murderess, who is currently blowing her nose every three minutes and randomly staring directly at people.

Cool.

April 29th, 2024

Monday

10:15am

Lockdown today. 

SUPER BORING.

Burgundy is doing yoga moves. Daisy and I are watching her and doing nothing. I guess I’ll blog.

4:20pm

Still on lockdown. This was an extremely boring day. There’s a rumor that we’re locked down tomorrow too.

Kill me.

5:20pm

Still on lockdown. Count hasn’t cleared yet. No dinner. Someone is retching loudly in the bathroom. I’m wondering what the deal is with trash, since I am a trash detail today. Yes, the inmates cook and do all the janitorial work, too. While the government actually MAKES money off of us. Captain Dick ‘em Down turns out to be just Captain Dick, writing people up for going into the bathroom more than four at a time, like it matters or something. 

What an asshole.

5:30pm

They haven’t even called the diabetics to insulin yet. What in the fuck is going on?? 

Today sucks even worse than normal.

5:49pm

Count clear. 

Not resuming normal movement. Maybe. Nobody knows. 

Yes–lockdown lifted. 

Jesus Christ.

Thank God.