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MUNCY STATE PRISON

February 5th, 2025

Wednesday

9:55pm

They’re saying an inmate is dead. Either in the RHU or the Infirmary. 

There was no heat in here last night and everybody woke up freezing. It’s still cold, but apparently the heat is fixed. 

No news on who died (or if someone died). 

I had a visit with Stryder today–a video visit. His blood pressure was so high yesterday that he was in the hospital.

I feel like Zuko and I are dancing around the love conversation. She says we’re “madly in like” with each other, which is funny, but I want to tell her that I love her. I don’t know how she would react, though. Then I think: What would I do if I was being my truest, bravest self? 

I would tell her. 

“If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?

I don’t quite know

How to say

How I feel…”

February 6th, 2025

Thursday

12:43pm

I wrote Zuko:

On the radio this morning was “Sweet But Psycho” and then “I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It” lol. Reminded me of you.

A lot of things remind me of you now. I think about you a lot, and about how you make me feel–beautiful and sexy and wanted–even in this completely gross, unsexy place. To feel that way is unexpected and nice. I wonder if we’d ever have come across each other on the outside. I think probably not. You’re my silver lining, and I’m generally not a silver lining kind of person, especially about prison. So thank you. More about what I was to do when I get out of here: I want to write a book that sparks a global conversation about mass incarceration and women in America. How putting women in prison tears apart the fabric of society. How this country would look without prisons. That’s what I want to do. Here’s a quote that I liked from “Good Girl, Bad Girl:” [Grief quote about losing children]

I hope you have a good time watching your movie. I’ll miss you until then. The kiss earlier was nice. I liked your hand on my skin. I wish we could touch each other the way we want to. Grrrrrr…….oh well. I guess I should just be grateful for what we can do. I like spending time with you. It’s frustrating, though, to always want more… *sigh* You’re sexy as fuck, if I didn’t tell you that yet today.

“Pretty pretty please, 

If you ever, ever feel, 

Like you’re nothing, 

You are perfect, 

To me.”

2:35pm

Lockdown

3:33pm

The rumor is that somebody overdosed on J Unit.

6:06pm

They still haven’t fed us yet.

6:34pm

No dinner yet.

6:56pm

No dinner yet.

7:02pm

Truck pulled up outside.

Presumably with food.

7:12pm

Started passing out food to Unit.

February 7th, 2025

Zuko wrote me:

News: the dickbag in charge of the country said the US was gonna take over Gaza and the Palestinians can fuck off and he’s gonna rebuild it to be the Middle East Riviera.

Hey Beautiful, 

I fuckin miss you 🙁 At least we got a little time together earlier. *sigh* I love– You just walked by, cuz ou’re awake now, so I don’t have to frump at you 😛But I was gonna. Anyway, I love how you feel in my arms and how you feel on my lips. I’m really glad you keep saying, “Okay,” to me 🙂. And I’m glad I’m brave enough to talk to you and ask you things. I can’t get enough of you. Kissing you is…mmmmmmm. I can’t even put it into words. But it’s good. Really good. We compliment each other very well. Mmmmmmm 🙂. You’re a great kisser and you’re so fucking sexy. I hate having to stop what we’re doing all the time, but it’s better than getting busted. I agree with you, if we had the chance to do what we want to with each other, it would be fuckin amazing. We’re both very attracted to each other and we match each other’s energy. I love looking into your eyes and smiling together when we pause briefly and then kiss some more. You’re so gorgeous. “AI Goddess you” has nothing on the real thing, and I’m gonna enjoy every amazing moment I’m lucky enough to get with you. I love the real you 🙂Thanks for choosing to spend your time with me.

I’m honored to be your silver lining here 🙂You make life better, so thank YOU. And no, I very much doubt our paths would have crossed outside. I’m  happy I met you. You have a very special place in my heart. I like all the songs you share with me 🙂. And it’s cute that you think of me all the time…. You liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike me 😛 I think of you all of the time too, even in my weird toothbrush dreams. Lmao. I’m gonna look that up right now, cuz it’s fuckin weird and I’m a very curious person. BRB! Back. There’s no toothbrush in my dream dictionary 😐 womp womp *sigh* Anyway. I pulled a ramen hair off me during the movie…after I ate my lunch 😐. I’m gonna need you to control your body ma’am, it keeps getting on me. Just kidding! I want you all over me! 🙂I love the way you taste and smell and feel and look and even how you sound. 🙂That time you hit me with your sexy voice stopped my heart briefly 🙂. I want all of you all over me, all of the time. I never told you this, but I was so fuckin nervous right before we kissed for the first time. I got all my courage together and went for it, though, and I’m so glad everything went well. Well, it was amazing, actually. 🙂I can’t get enough of you. I wish we were alone together right meow. 🙂. Kissing, touching, looking into each other’s eyes, discovering each other together, and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. It would be nice waking up with you, too. I like seeing you in the morning, all sleepy, and then you see me and you smile 🙂. You’re really pretty. Oh ffs Bozark, you’re sleeping again. 🙁 How am I supposed to kiss you good night now?? I’m just messing with you, I know you need sleep to feel better. And please don’t apologize for being “off” when you don’t feel well., I understand. All I ask is that you tell me when you’re not feeling well so that I know what’s wrong. You kinda hurt my feelings the other night cuz you walked away from me when I was trying to talk to you, and I thought you were mad/upset with me cuz I did something wrong. I was sad and confused. 🙁Anyway, I missed you a lot today. Stupid fuckin lockdown. I’m sorry you missed your visit. 🙁I’m grateful for the time we got together. You taste and feel SO good. I’m glad you like my hands on you, cuz I like having them on you. Mmmmmmm….. 🙂 You’re allowed to touch me too, just so that’s clear. I need sleep. I miss you. 

Good morning.

I usually re-read stuff before I give it to you, but I don’t have time cuz you said, “Okay,” to coffee. 🙂

I wrote her back:

Hi Sexy, 

First of all, I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean to. Some days I just wanna stay in bed  and do nothing all day and I feel like my whole energy is off. I’m sorry. On those days I wish we could snuggle. I fuckin miss you too. I love your letters. I’m glad you’re brave enough to talk to me and ask me things too. I always want to know what you’re thinking. Thanks for letting me know what the dickbag in charge of the country is doing. I love it when you kiss me, it feels so good. I can’t get enough of you either, and I want more. Thank you for saying I’m gorgeous. You make me feel gorgeous and beautiful. I think you’re fantastic, and I love the real you too. I’m so glad we met. “I’m a sucker for you,” is playing on the radio. That’s how I feel about you. 

You: “You wanna get outta here?”

Me: “Yup.”

If it’s with you–yup. I love that you dream about me, even with your weird toothbrush troubles. Sorry my hair gets all over you. Believe me–I want all of me to be all over you too. I was nervous before we kissed the first time too, but then you smiled at me, and I was fine. You have a very cute half-smile that you do and it melts my heart. You’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you. I feel like I said that already, but it’s true. I love that you like seeing me in the morning when I’m all sleepy–you’re incredibly adorable when you first wake up. 

Anyway, we are going to the library and I want to give this to you. 

I fuckin miss you.

4:35pm

I was standing in the bathroom with Zuko when Daisy was getting out of the shower, and when I got back to the cell, Daisy snapped, “You’ve turned into those people that we hated, hanging around in the bathroom all of the time. I wanted to get out and get dressed, but there’s an audience.”

I said I was sorry, but what I really wanted to say was, “No one is looking at you, miss. We’re obviously looking at each other. And I wasn’t the only one just standing around in the bathroom.”

Zuko got called into the psychologist’s office today and looked distraught when she came out, so I was hoping she would tell me what was wrong, but she didn’t want to talk about it. So that’s why I was in the bathroom. Plus it’s the only place we’re allowed to be when there’s no Common Room. This is prison, and literally 50 people share that bathroom. I hope this doesn’t turn into a big fucking deal. Jesus Christ, I hate this fucking fucking place. I feel like Zuko is the only good thing about this place. I used to feel that way about Daisy. 

Ugh. 

She’s been making comments every day about how I’m in “Daisy Withdrawal,” which is her passive-aggressive way of saying I’m not spending enough time with her. WE FUCKING LIVE IN THE SAME CELL. 

FUCK.

9:19pm

Jesus Christ.

This day just keeps getting worse. Zuko’s pissed at me. Fuck my life. I made the gargantuan mistake of swatting her leg because she made a joke and she FREAKED out. “That’s my bad leg, oh my God, you scared me, bla, bla, bla!”

Like–totally freaked out. 

Like……..dude.

You’re completely overreacting. 😐

I must have apologized a thousand times. She’s still not speaking to me. 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

I hate this day.

February 8th, 2025

Saturday

1:52pm

Stryder visited, which was nice. Zuko finally forgave me, thank God. I had nightmares last night that I was little and my dad was sexually abusing me. 

Very weird.

I have nightmares when I’m upset. I was very upset that Zuko was upset with me. I’m using the word upset a lot. Apparently, they found my lost clothes over in C Unit, so I have to go get them when shift change is over. Then Zuko wants to hang out in the Common Room. I told Stryder that Zuko said that they are rivals now, and Stryder said, “Game on.”

Funny.

Zuko says she’s winning. She is. I’m very fond of her. I could barely sleep last night, and then this morning we were in the bathroom at the same time and she said, “Can this not be weird?” And then we talked and hugged and kissed and everything was okay.

Thank God. 

That was stressful.

February 9th, 2025

Zuko wrote me:

Yeahhhh, we’re gonna need to figure out that shower plan, cuz I was REALLY tempted to just get in with you. I want all of you. Badly. We won’t have room to do everything I’d like to do with you, but we’ll leave that stuff for the future. I’m gonna manifest all THAT. 🙂You, me, a nice big comfy bed and all the time in the world. I’d love to whisper all the things I wanna do with you while we’re sitting in Common Room to make you blush. And then you’d look at me with your beautiful blue eyes and say sweetly, “Okay.” 🙂

Good morning Beautiful 🙂

I was busy doing awesome stuff (with you) yesterday and didn’t finish this. Sorry. I’m slow. Good things take time and I’d like to think I’m worth the wait. 🙂 I really enjoy our time together. I like talking with you and listening to you tell me about your life. Thank you for trusting me enough to share yourself with me. I have a lot of fun joking around with you too. You have such a pretty smile (that you should really stop covering) and you have a really cute laugh. 🙂 You’re adorable and I can’t get enough of you Sprout. I’m madly in like with you 🙂 I haven’t seen you all morning 🙁 I miss you. I’m in a lot of pain today, so I’m guessing you’re feeling it too. I’d love to be snuggled up with you, right up against each other, my arm around you holding you close. Yeah, I just wanna hug and kiss you and be close to you. I miss you. I just saw you at Count to say hi and let you know I’m not going to lunch. I forgot I’m making pizzas for me and Bundo. You don’t want grey country “meat” anyway. Let me know if you want a sandwich or

something. 🙂I’ll make you something if you’re hungry. Okay, I gotta make pizza, do commissary stuff and write out those prop bets. Ya know–awesome stuff. 🙂

I have Puppy Bowl stuff on TV cuz PUPPIES!! 🙂Hopefully we get to chill some this afternoon. I miss you. I wanna hug and kiss you.

Activate: Awesome Stuff Mode! 🙂

I wrote her back:

Yes, we agreed, we’re going to have to figure out the shower plan. I always wish you could just get in with me. I want all of you too. Badly. About manifesting all the stuff for the future–Yes to all that. Good things do take time and you are worth the wait. Whether you’re writing me or doing all kinds of sexy stuff with me. You’re worth the wait. I really enjoy our time together too, and hearing about your life. You’re very smart and funny, and I can’t get enough of you either. Sprout–that’s adorable. I miss you all of the time.

How’d you do on your prop bets? 

And thank YOU for trusting ME enough to share yourself with me. I appreciate it a lot, especially because you have a hard time with trust. I liked our first date. Thanks for explaining football to me. I’m looking forward to that pool lesson. I hope I get to kiss you good night. Won’t it be nice when we can kiss each other whenever we want? 

Manifest THAT. 🙂

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Tiny Turds, Jail Myths, and Meth

June 21st, 2024

Friday

3:54pm

I talked to Gem–she says my court date was rescheduled for 7/24.

Ugh.

Swiper did end up giving me a bag of coffee. Thank God for small favors. I wrote the boys a letter.

June 22nd, Saturday

Saturday

7:03pm

It freaking poured cats and dogs while I was pushing Ms. Moon to dinner, and then we had to wait in the hurricane at this tree, and then when we came out from dinner, the tree had fallen over! Meanwhile, this stupid CO was telling us to move further under the tree before we went to dinner! Fucking unbelievable.

Then we come out and the tree’s in the road.

Fuck.

Thank God no one was hurt.

June 23rd, 2024

Sunday

I’m now reading, “The Power of Positive Thinking,” by Norman Vincent Peale, and it says we should never think of the worst that can happen, only the best, and the best will happen.

I will do my best.

June 27th, 2024

Thursday

I found a Ms. magazine! (Summer 2024) And it has a story about mass incarceration in it! What are the odds?! Here are some excerpts:

“Roughly 191,000 women and girls are locked up in the U.S. today, making the country one of the top incarcerators of women globally. In March [2024], the Prison Policy Initiative released a report detailing where and why these women and girls have found themselves in custody.

  • 53% of the 77,000 women in state prison were convicted of nonviolent drug, property, or public order crimes. 
  • 45% of the roughly 7,000 girls confined in the U.S. are being held bu the immigration system.
  • 61% of the 84,000 women held in local jails and 31% of the 16,000 women in federal prison have not yet been convicted of a crime.”

June 28th, 2024

Friday

Welp, the presidential debate was dismal. Trump lied a lot and Biden mumbled a lot.

Predictable.

I’m reading Neale Donald Walsch’s Conversations with God Book I again. It says you should thank God in advance for stuff you want to happen, as if you are already experiencing it. Like, if you want money, thank God for all of the money that you have, even if you don’t have any, and it will come to you.

Okay. I can do that.

It also says that you attract what you fear the most.

Hm.

June 30th, 2024

Sunday

7:12pm

The BET Awards are on. I’m having trouble caring about anything lately. I talked to the boys. They went on a bike ride on some trails in New York today. They sound happy. I dumped hot garbage on my foot today. I hate it here. I’m having trouble assigning any meaning or purpose to my life. It’s all struggle.

So much suffering.

Why?

For what?

July 4th, 2024

Thursday

Independence Day

There’s a new woman here we’ve named Methany Methica who goes to a Methodist church and methes around a lot. She seems to dance or bounce everywhere and is always happy. Strange, in a place like this.

July 5th, 2024

BLOG #6

Neither Here nor There: Musings from the Other Side (of the Razor Wire Fence)

Welp, I was looking in some magazines for some blog ideas, but all I found was some lady wearing sunny-side-up eggs over her nipples in a Cosmo, so I’ll stick to what’s going on around the Block.

A while ago, back when CO Dick ‘Em Down was here, he caught some women huddled in the corner over by the kiosk and screamed, “Get OUT of there!” One of the women yelled back, “There’s a bookshelf! There’s a bookshelf back here!” So he yelled in return, “GET OUT OF THERE! YOU WERE NOT BOOKSHELFING!!”

Later, Ree, for reasons unknown, shrieked, “Fuck this fucking shit!” to which CO Dick ‘Em Down responded, “Hey!”

“What?” Ree said innocently.

“I don’t know, but it sounded violent!” he spluttered.

Ree retorted, “What? Me? I’m not violent! I don’t even know why I’m here!”

Funny. 

And she’s here for snatching an old lady’s purse.

In other news, Daisy’s son Dan (the litter box pooper) apparently pooped this time in her mom’s driveway. His excuse was that, “It was just coming out!” and that there was no time for a toilet. 

Dan is seven.

Next, in case you didn’t know, here are some popular jail myths:

  1. If someone puts cookies or candy on your pillow, you’re their bitch.
  2. If you don’t finish a book, you’re coming back.
  3. If you get the heel of the bread on your tray, you’re going home.
  4. If you walk around the Yard three times with someone, you’re together.
  5. If a guard drops their keys in front of you, you’re going home.
  6. If you still have toenail polish on when you leave, you’re coming back.

Another popular question around here for no reason is, “Would you rather have ice cream flavored shit or shit flavored ice cream?

And yet another discussion was a request by Kimberly to describe our sex lives in a movie title. Popular responses were:

  1. Sex in the City
  2. Superbad
  3. Gone in 60 seconds
  4. Too Fast, Too Furious

In other Kimberly news, she has one dread, who we’ve named Dreadrick. He just hangs around. She also has a stray hair that has removed itself from her hairline. His name is Harry and he’s British. He’s just a wee lad.

In even more Kimberly news, here’s some Kimberly quotes:

  1. “Hi, it’s me. Your conscience. I know we haven’t spoken in a while.”
  2. “Opinions are like orgasms. Only mine matters.”
  3. “WoooooOOOOOOW!!”

Also, my birthday was on June 10th, and the ladies here made me a whole cheesecake, complete with “Happy Birthday” written on it in melted chocolate, AND sang to me, AND made me a card. 

Best. Jail Birthday. Ever.

And for the grand finale, Morocco dragged Kimberly into the bathroom to show her her turd because it was so tiny and cute.

WoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

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As for You–You Can Fuck All the Way Off

Muncy State Prison

May 8, 2024

Wednesday

I got some glasses today. Same ones I got at Cambridge Springs. Stryder messaged me yesterday and asked if I wanted him to visit. I originally said yes, but then I thought about it, and said no today. He can’t even send me money so I can be “comfortable” in prison. Like–decent food and hair conditioner and phone time and shit?? Fuck that noise He only sends money to people he’s fucking not to his “friends.” I’m in goddamn PRISON, asshole. Like, if we were actually friends, you would care if I had the things I needed. But no. He sent me a whole messaged (which he paid for) about how it’s Motorcycle’s “responsibility.” 

Whatever, douchebag.

No matter that you have a full-time job and Motorcycle is living on disability, which doesn’t even pay HIS bills, much less mine. But he sends me money anyway. It just doesn’t make sense.  Daisy says that he’s a freaking weirdo/wacko that betrayed me so many times that she doesn’t know why I talk to him anymore. I don’t, really, either.

Maybe I should write him a letter:

Stryder, 

The more that I look back on our relationship and friendship, and the way you’ve acted toward me in the past and are acting now, the more I realize that we are not friends, and have never been. You were instrumental in my kids getting taken from me. You only “care” about me and want to help me when I’m sleeping with you. You still talk to Elizabeth about me just to have drama in your life and fight with her over whether you’re fucking me. If you were really my friend, you’d want to help me while I’m in literally the worst place this country has to offer and can’t do anything to help myself. We are not friends. You just love drama. And your self-righteous bullshit. You think if I “give my life to Jesus,” then I won’t go to prison anymore? You’re so full of shit. A mental health professional that doesn’t believe in getting mental health for himself. Right. And the reason that I don’t have psychotic breakdowns in prison is because I don’t have to look at my kids cry for me with their broken hearts about why they can’t see me more often. And that’s all thanks to you. You spent time in my house when they were little just so you could feed information to my parents. And look at you–father of the fucking year–letting your son be raised by an ACTUAL Bipolar/alcoholic/drug addict the whole time. What a fucking joke. And you continue to judge me. Well, have fun with that. I tried for years to believe that you had good intentions for me and cared about me, but in the end, it was all self-serving bullshit so you could paint yourself as the hero. Have fun with that. You want to know why you have no friends? Because you’re a fake and people can see right through you. A genuinely shitty person. I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it completely. Not for you–for me and my children. You are an evil person. And don’t contact me ever again. My life is better without you in it, you manipulative asshole.

Fuck you, Stryder.

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Respect, Humiliation, and Zoo Animals

Muncy State Prison

May 7th, 2024

Tuesday

10:36am

There is a modified lockdown later for a “Friends and Family” day where the CO’s bring their families to tour the compound. 

Jesus Christ.

Where am I?

I knew this was a fucking zoo, and we are the exhibits.

Wait–Paul wrote me!

4/26/24

Dearest Justine, 

I received your letter early last week, thank you for replying, and for your apology. I’m not comfortable talking about what has been going on with me right now, however: 

I do forgive you.

The last thing I want in my life is to not be a dear friend of yours. Your life enriches mine SO MUCH that I only want the best for you and your safety, while preserving your independence and mine. Your soul, spirit, and brilliance are VERY valuable to me.

I hope you can find a good attorney soon, hopefully that good one you had before, because I know you like him and think he’s a good attorney. I am glad that the hospital sent you to Clarion Psych. I can’t recall if you have been in a psych facility previously or not. You are welcome to tell me what they discovered about you if you are comfortable doing so. I know that being in the psych facility for a few weeks is tremendously better than being monitored on a weekly basis overall. My psychiatrist suggested I go to a psych facility also.

The bank has been on an upward positive trend. We have a teller line of mostly people with bank experience that makes the job tolerable. The other tellers all share the same sense of humor as me, so it is finally nice to have a full staff of experienced, easy-going ladies. I have been reiterating to them that they are doing well and constantly bribe them with gifts (mainly coffee and cookies). I hope they choose to stay for a long time.

The sun has been out more often, so I placed that wooden hand plane that you and Motorcycle found for me out in the sun. The sun  is supposed to be able to sterilize mold and mildewed wood with UV rays. So far it has been effective, but I have to leave it out some more. I closed the bicycle shop for this year only due to what has been going on. It will reopen next year. In response to your hope: Yes, I’m okay, at least for now, but I have a long way to go.

Warmest Regards,

Paul 🙂

I wrote him back and told him what’s going on with me and the prison and whatever. And that I’m sorry again and I can’t imagine my life without him.

Ugh.

I’m a jerk.

6pm

In other news, there are people walking around the grounds seeing how apparently great and wonderful the prison is while we’re all locked inside, sweltering. It must be close to 90 degrees outside, and inside it’s humid and stuffy too. Ms Grumpy Crabass said it used to be worse on “Family Day,” or whatever it is, and they would be locked in and the people could look through the windows on the doors at them.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Way to dehumanize people, Muncy.

Way to fucking go.

In other, other news, Bambi has recruited me to write a memoir of sorts  about her affair with a master manipulator/liar that is also a pastor. Here’s the problem: her story isn’t that interesting. It’s really not. She says she wants to “expose” him, but I looked at her tablet messages between the two of them, and she still appears to be in love with this man AND still in a relationship with him. Like….listen, miss. Nobody can end a book that way. There’s nothing inspirational about that. He still sends her money every week and he has all of her things in storage and won’t give her son the key. Like–are you serious?? What is this book for? Slander? Is defaming this guy your sole purpose for writing it? I am SO not interested, lady. Anybody who’s dated anybody for more than a year has been through the exact same thing you’ve been through. Your story isn’t special. Sorry, Miss.

Ugh.

7:50pm

Oh. My. God. So we went to Med Line, which is outside, and there’s this crowd of people standing there staring at us. Like–ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? As if this place isn’t already humiliating enough, now this. And then they’re telling the inmates to “have some respect.” Like–IS there anything less respectful than having people watch us be paraded in front of them like fucking animals?? Like we’re subhuman??

Fuck my fucking life.

One good thing–Burgundy left for another Unit today. Thank God. It’s like a weight has been lifted and the air is clearer in this cell.

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Strippers, Poop, and Pronking

Muncy State Prison

BLOG #3

Neither Here Nor There: Musings from the Other Side (of the Razor Wire Fence)

Motorcycle says it’s funnier when I blog about things that happen around the Block instead of celebrity or world news, so here is an entire blog dedicated to Around the Block News.

Enjoy.

Daisy’s been freaking out because she was “reckless and careless” with her commissary shopping, and to ask for a new order sheet is to ask for a tongue lashing from the CO. It is frowned upon to do this, for reasons unknown. She explained her transgression to the CO, which sounded more like she might have gotten drunk and plowed her car into a small family than made some minor mistakes on a bubble sheet. He made fun of her and gave her a new sheet, but not before admonishing her to snack before shopping.

Thanks, Mom.

Next, whites go in the laundry. I said I needed to put my washcloth in because it has mascara on it, and Daisy deadpanned, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re a streetwalker.”

That was one time.

In some relevant and fun news, we recently found out that Daisy’s stripper name is Mandy Sudsberry, while Burgundy’s is Gypsy Hewitt. 

Mine is Barney Holland.

Apparently, I’m a man stripper.

I’m reading this book “Fuzz” by Mary Roach, which is so far a lot about animals mauling people. One elephant did a headstand on a person and killed them. It was a circus elephant, obviously.

Then, various pictures of cat poo to identify the species–bobcat, mountain lion, etc. Daisy, noting the different poops, said that Roadrunner’s ponytail is strikingly similar to bobcat poop. Roadrunner is an inmate here that begs everyone for e-cigarettes, myself included. She speeds around from person to person, like a bag lady on crack.

In her real life, she’s an alcoholic.

Next–there’s a good-looking CO here that Burgundy has aptly named Captain Dick ‘em Down, so that’s fun when he walks by for count. I’m waiting for her to get the vapors and fall into his arms one of these times.

There is an older Asian lady next door, Bambi, who doesn’t understand common English euphemisms. Her pod was trying to explain “carpet munching” and “scissoring” to her, and she exclaimed, “Listen, I don’t want to know about smelling carpets and scissors and forks and things! I don’t understand it!”

Fun fact: “Stotting” and “pronking” are both names for when a deer or an antelope springs into the air and then lands on all four feet at once. Nobody seems to know WHY they do this, but I think it’s because another deer or antelope sneaks up to them and yells “HEY!!” at the top of their lungs.

In other news, Daisy was telling me earlier that in her county jail–referred to as Fayette’nam–like here, there is no garbage can in the bathrooms, so if someone got a surprise period, it was commonplace to simply flush their underwear down the toilet.

I mean, I don’t blame them.

The state issued underwear here are huge granny panties that say “BIG HOUSE” on them.

Who wouldn’t flush them down the toilet?

And for the grand finale, a White girl in the next cube trying to impress a Black girl:

WG: “I used to run around and keep my pistol on my hip!”

BG: “You’re telling me this like I care.”

“Wait! It was downtown Harrisburg and all the clubs be poppin’!

BG: “Harrisburg–BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..”

(Black girl dies of boredom. White girl keeps talking.)

Meanwhile, the CO downstairs is clapping his hands together and yelling, “Hercules! Hercules!”

Where AM I?

Whatever. 

I’m going to practice pronking.

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Heroin, Court, and Crappy DA’s

Potter County Women’s Recovery Center

August 23, 2017

Wednesday

Day 50

Quote of the day: to Tori [heroin addict]–”Wow! You have tried to put everything everywhere!” (Tori has been trying to explain to Megan how to make a noise by moving your finger around in your ear.)

2:30pm

“There’s different situations for every circumstance.” – Jesse, Residential Worker, on making and enforcing the rules.

My reaction: BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Thumbs down! That’s just called picking on people! Enforcing rules only when you feel like it, right?

Anyway, I went to court today and I had to wait foreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever to be called and the the judge went over my case–2nd probation violation–(yup I sure did take an Adderol when it was offered to me–what else do I have to do?? I have no kids around! I stayed up all night and got six writing jobs done!). And of course the DA, Candy Blobsom Who Has No Soul recommended the SIP (State Intermediate Punishment) program, and then the judge decided…….to make me go sit back down while he deliberated over it some more. Soooo THEN WE WAIT AN(OTHER) HOUR. 

This is verbatim: “I just don’t know what to do with your case.” 

So then he took somebody else’s case and somebody else’s case and finally he calls a meeting of him, the DA, the Drug and Alcohol Counselor, and several other people.

Now I’m sitting outside with Chantilly Lace. Just sitting in the grass talking. I’m grateful that I’m at this place and not prison, where there’s no sun or grass. I traced a heart shaped leaf that Chantilly Lace gave to me in my journal.

So, the order of the court reads:

“Pursuant to sentence for a period of not less than 24 months to be completed as follows: 12 months at Women’s Center. After 10 months go to a treatment center. Then three months house arrest and 9 months of intensive probation. 

Fun fun. And more fun after that.

I’m going to go through a lot of journals. We got another new person–some mentally handicapped (can’t even read) woman child who apparently molested her own daughter. 

Her stay should be fun.

I want to know if I can be work release eligible. And I have to write a modification of custody order so I can see Tiger. 

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Those Were the Best Days of My Life…

4/3/24 

Wednesday

Motorcycle’s surgery is tomorrow. I got my radio today–yay! Except I can’t find NPR. 

Ugh. 

Oh well–music is better than no music. 

10am

I talked to Gem, so that was nice. Her friend’s dog died. I told her about the Puppy Program here in prison.

I have to go push Ms. Grumpy Crabass to insulin in the rain now. It’s supposed to snow for three days now. I have no e-cigs and am a little miserable. I got some bloodwork this morning, from the only good vein left on my body. Good to know there is one, at least.

I dreamed last night about shooting up. 

Ugh.

10:47am

I turned on the radio earlier and heard the old country song “Wild Angels.” Maybe that’s who’s looking out for me lately. I’ll take it. I prayed to God earlier today for the first time in a long time. 

Yesterday somebody in Med Line asked me and Daisy if we were sisters because we were laughing so much. She’s so funny.

Burgundy is still being a dick. She reminds me of Sassypants sometimes. Same passive-aggressive (or just plain aggressive) crappy attitude if you don’t do what she thinks you should be doing. Like cleaning the floor. I am not about to get down on my hands and knees and this hard, shitty floor where I don’t fucking live and hurt myself by rubbing a sanitary pad around the floor. 

Whatever.

And she called me a racist, so fuck her. I hope she leaves soon. I can’t wait until cigarettes Friday.

On the radio:

“My Daddy gave me a name

And then he walked away…

Father of mine…

Tell me where have you been

Father of mine

Tell me how do you sleep…

Now I’m a grown man

With a child of my own…

And he’ll never know

The pain I have known…

If You Lose, the Devil Gets Your Soul–a poem of song lyrics

Bloodshot eyes

Red blood, white snow

Made me lose my breath

The world is on fire

Cut me to the bone

Death, and other penalties

There ain’t no easy way out

I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking

Shall we dance?

Who wants to fit in anyway?

Was it over?

Is it over now?

Hey–don’t write yourself off yet

Do your best 

Live right now

A man and his will to survive

Blind faith

Amazing grace

Rising up

Gotta have high, high hopes

We’ll make a legacy

Always had a vision

Momma said, “Don’t give up”

We wanted everything

I saw the rising sun

Sometimes your heart’s pounding

Out of your chest, sometimes it’s 

Just beating

You feel that fire

Your clear eyes ain’t even blinking

I’ll stand my ground

No I won’t back down

Must’ve been wild angels

I could swear I heard the sound of

Beating wings

1:40pm 

I wrote Motorcycle and included my impromptu poem. When I talked to Gem this morning, she told me that Paul is complaining all over Facebook about how depressed he is. I still can’t believe he never apologized to me or contacted me at all.

Whatever. 

4pm

I’ve heard both Dolly Parton and Whitney Houston sing “I Will Always Love You” today.

5pm

“Summer of ‘69” is on the radio. Yesterday this sometimes-funny CO, Monster, spoke this whole song like it was a story. It was really funny how matter-of-fact he was about it:

“Standing on your mother’s porch,

The way you held my hand,

I knew that it was now or never,

Those were the best days of my life…”

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Wishes to the Universe…

Friday

3/29/24

Mom, 

I got your letter today. Thanks for writing. I can’t believe I’m in here again either. I told everyone around me what to look for and what to do if I started acting bizarre, not eating and sleeping, etc. and one of them did what I asked them to do, which was to call CRISIS and get me to a psych hospital. They always call the police instead, and this happens.

I heard Paul called you and the police. We aren’t speaking anymore, after 30 years of being friends. I just cannot believe that people think that the police are the answer to mental health crises. 

They’re not.

I heard they tased me this time. One of these times they’re just going to shoot me and get it overwith. I, of course, don’t remember any of it. 

Anyway, thanks for the money. I think I’m staying here for the duration, because they’ve already given me programs to do. The only thing I’ve gotten from the parole board is that they’re detaining me pending the disposition of my charges.

My lawyer is JT again, although I’m waiting for his number to be approved on my phone list, so I haven’t talked to him yet. That’s really all the news I have about my case. I have no idea what they’re going to do with the charges.

I’m glad the boys are doing well. I hope they’re feeling better. I’m glad they went to the dance and had fun.

Stryder messaged me on the kiosk and told me me I need to give my life to Christ.

That’s helpful.

I guess you told Elizabeth and Elizabeth told Stryder that I am in prison again. Glad I can be entertainment for you all.

Thanks for the wishes to the Universe.

Maybe someday people around me will stop making wishes for me and actually help me instead.

–Justine

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Neither here nor there: musings from the other side (of the razor wire fence)