Love, Justine

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Roasting, Rehab, and Recidivism

Muncy State Prison

April 24th, 2024

11:43am

Had class today. Same shit I did at Cambridge and every rehab I’ve ever been to. Wheelchair pushing today. It’s 83 degrees outside.

Fun.

12:33pm

I’m back from lunch. Sweating like a pig. Have to push again at 1pm, 3:20pm, dinner, and one more insulin. 

Fun.

They say they have the air conditioning on in here, but it feels like the same temperature inside and outside. Gem messaged me. Wanted to know if I heard from Paul. 

Nope.

I sent him a letter saying I wouldn’t send him any more letters. I saw AJ and Dawn are back here too.

Sad.

May 1st, 2024

Wednesday

11:30am

Another month of my life gone. I have to call my lawyer at some point and see if he’s still my lawyer. It’s 1000 degrees outside. All people are talking about is the raging gypsy (spongy?) moth infestation outside. The caterpillars are hanging from all of the trees, getting on all the railings, etc. 

It’s gross.

 I didn’t call anyone this morning. I have trouble getting out of bed when there’s no coffee. Well, I have coffee, but not sugar or creamer. 

Yuck. 

2:02pm 

Called the lawyer–he did not get the paperwork yet. 

Fuck.

In better news, Tabby friended me on the kiosk and sent me $50. Thank Heavens for good friends. 

4pm

Monthly statement–there are 1043 people here.

7pm

I got to talk to King, Superman, and Motorcycle. That was nice. Motorcycle was having dinner with Kammy. I’m jealous, of course. Not of her, but of their freedom. 


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