Love, Justine

Muncy State Prison

May 5th, 2024

Saturday

11:27am

I have a phone call with my lawyer on Monday. Waiting for lunch. Burgundy’s new roommate was complaining about her in Med Line this morning, and how she won’t let her hang lines anywhere to dry all of her clothes and wants to use all of her stuff.

Sounds familiar.

Also, apparently, Burgundy tried to have sex with her. So much for her just being an “associate,” like Burgundy had described her a couple of weeks ago. From “associate” to “unwilling lover.”

Hm.

She still hasn’t said a word to me or Daisy since she got back on the Block. The rumor is that there’s something wrong with the toilet in their cell over on Echo Block, so when it gets fixed, they’ll be going back over. Thank God for THAT.

I have to ask Motorcycle for money this week and I don’t want to. He said since his half-brother’s mother died, he might be going to Philly to help him sell her house. He thinks he’s going to get money out of this deal and wants to build a new bike with it. Of course, no mention of me getting a lawyer with any extra money he might have.

Ugh.

I guess I’ll send him my dirty blog. I’m not sending a letter with it. Last night he answered the phone with a curt, “What’s up?” as if I was bothering him, because he was around other people.

Fuck that noise.

Any other time, it’s “Hello darling,” or “Hey, baby.” I didn’t call him this morning. I’m pretty sick of the guy. I’m sure my mood will change at some point, he’s just pissing me off right now.

7pm

I called my boys. They said Tiger got a new dog called Buck and he’s six months old and he bites. They played Roblox today with her and went fishing. They were making ice cubes out of Gatorade. I’m surprised that they are allowed to have Gatorade. I told them to be sure to tell my mother Happy Mother’s Day tomorrow. They’re looking forward to playing Roblox with their cousin tomorrow. I asked Kimberly if she wanted to do an interview today but she said no. I called Motorcycle earlier. He had just gotten a tattoo of a skull that his granddaughter drew. Our phone call got cut off because he was driving.

I wonder what my lawyer will say on Monday. I’m afraid of getting years in here. People keep saying, six months, six months, but they don’t know. I know better than that. Shoved into another plea deal probably. Fuck. More shit on my goddamn record. I wonder what would happen if I took my chances at a jury trial? Two cases. Two trials. I would be here through next year for sure.

We’re supposed to have some special meal tomorrow for Mother’s Day. Barbecued chicken or something. Big deal. I’m sure every mother here would give her right arm to be with her kids instead. I know I would. 

I’m sad.

I just read something that says that a woman’s weight may make jurors more likely to give her a guilty verdict if she is overweight. Thin men especially are more likely to give a guilty verdict to a heavy woman. The same bias does not exist for men. 

Figures.

The U.S. system is so flawed.