"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."—Oscar Wilde

01-13-15

Dear Readers,
Howdy! Once again I have been remiss at keeping up with this blog. Part of it is due to being lazy, part is due to lack of motivation, and part is due to lack of the address, which will later be explained.

I believe I last left off with that piece-of-shit cellie who assaulted me for no reason. I don't have my notes, so if I repeat myself, please forgive me.

Shortly after the assault by that Fat Ass Brandon, I noticed that things started to be missing from my locker. This included my brand-new radio, stamps, and food. I don't think I left my locker unlocked, and it had to be someone who knew where I kept my stamps. The obvious suspect in everyone's mind was Fat Ass Brandon. I had to get out of that cel.

Fortunately, a new gay guy came to the unit: "Shay". Shay was put in with a Muslim which was not a good thing for someone gay. So we were both in a bad situation. Fortunately, some cells opened up due to a stabbing, and Shay and I was able to move to an open cell together. Unfortunately, although Shay wasn't abusive, Shay was a piece of crap. For the record, Shay is black, totally ghetto, and extremely institutionalized. Shay hated it 'cause I brushed my teeth and spit in the sink—like a normal person—instead of spitting in the toilet like someone who's spent most of their adult life in prison (Shay).

Also, Shay was really nasty because I preferred to spend my day in the cell and read. At night, I'd watch TV, but during the day, there's nothing I wanted to watch. I enjoy spending time by myself away form these assholes in prison, and I really enjoy spending my time reading which (figuratively) helps me to escape from the place in mind.

Well, it's not like Shay wanted the cell to himself. Shay just didn't want me to be in the cell. Huh? How typical. I knew it wouldn't last for long, and it didn't. But not by choice, unfortunately.

To be continued...

Love and blessings,
Kelly