Love, Justine

Muncy State Prison

May 5, 2024

Thursday

8:30am

I have that stupid, repetitive class today. I got four messages today. Tabby said she talked to Motorcycle for four hours (!!) the other day, and called him “a lovely man.”

Wow. 

Stryder messaged me to tell me he wasn’t going to send any money because it’s Motorcycle’s “responsibility.” So much for being friends. I asked him weeks ago to send money. No word from Paul. Stryder got my letter, so Paul must have, too. 

Radio silence.

Gem sent a message too. Two of the messages were from Stryder. No word on Burgundy leaving. I can’t wait for commissary tomorrow. It’s so nice outside today. Maybe I’ll write my boys a letter. On the news, police are arresting UCLA protesters, and Florida banned abortions after six weeks.

Ridiculous.

Spongy moth caterpillars are out. Everybody keeps them gypsy moths, but apparently they’re not. Oh, I just heard that they are the same thing, they just changed the name because the word “gypsy” is racist. 

11am

Group over, homework done. I can’t really believe I’ve only been here since March. It feels like WAY longer. I told Gem I would call her at 2:15pm. I’m tired. Now they’re saying maybe lockdown tomorrow, which would mean no commissary. 

Ugh. 

I really hope not. 

So, Daisy thinks that Tabby is a stalker. She says that Tabby’s going to turn my skin into a dress and wear it. She thinks she’s Buffalo Bill. I think she’s just a nice older lady who lives alone in the woods with her cats. I’d be more inclined to believe she’s stalking Motorcycle.

Daisy says I need to watch “Almost Famous.” There are people here imitating cartoon characters. Someone sounds exactly like Blue from Blue’s Clues. It’s funny.

3:40pm

Fuck. I got the Public Defender from Potter County. Fuck. He is absolutely useless. And best friends with the DA and the judge. That’s just great. Plus that added a charge of walking too close to the roadway. That’s just fucking great. I can’t believe this. That wasn’t on the original paperwork. I hate this fucking rigged system. Now, at least for the second set of charges, they can say I was doing something illegal.

FUCK. 

4:49pm 

Now the CO just announced that if you spray the industrial strength cleaner here on your clothes, the bugs won’t get on you. Now everybody is spraying this poisonous crap all over themselves. Why are humans so stupid?

I really wish anybody had the money to pay for a lawyer for me. Well, I know some people I know do, I just wish they WOULD.

8pm

I was in the bathroom and Raja came up to me and asked me how court was out of the blue. I told her I don’t have court until June. She asked me what my charges are and so I told her. She scoffed and said I’d be out of here in six months. She even said the words, “Good for you, girl.”

Wow.

Every time I get really down, somebody inevitably says that or something similar to that to me. I wish I had that kind of faith in the system. Six months would be September. Middle of September. I wonder if that’s what’s going to happen.