"Hope is the feeling you have that the feeling you have isn't permanent." —Unknown

06-20-15

Dear Readers,
Howdy! I hope you are all well and happy. Does anyone ever read this anymore?

Deey, my life has been rough lately. Worse than usual. If bad things come in three's, then I hope it's over with. There's so much to explain, and way too many details and nuances.

First, one day at Chow, my two gay friends told me that my FORMER gay best friend, Dusty, had told SIS (investigative staff) that a guy in my unit, whom I'm also good friends with, was being bullied by his "car." Definition: car - group you're associated with, usually by state (ex: the Oklahoma car; the gay car, etc.)

Well, I'm good friends with this guy who was already being accused of being a "rat." I didn't want him caught off-guard to being pulled up by SIS—or even worse, guys in his car being pulled up, which might lead them to believe that he told on them. So I let him know about it. I then chewed out Dusty and said he should never do that again, but that it was over and done with, and we're still friends.

That should have been the end of it. It wasn't.

Oh, there are so many details to this. Dusty had gotten this impression from his cellie, who was a member of my friend's car. Dusty was also paying this guy for sex, but they had a very toxic relationship. Well, my friend spoke to Dusty's cellie, which was his right. Dusty then went on the offensive, accused me of lying, and chewed out the gay friends who told me—and it only got worse. From there, Dusty teamed up with my old cellie, the Psycho Bitch, and started spreading dirt around about me.

Long story short, Dusty's telling on people backfired and he ended up in the Hole. The rumor is that he's being transferred (hopefully).

The second thing that happened is when I sent a cop out to the mailroom first and tehn to the guy who's even the mailroom staff, that I'm not getting my magazines. So this week, our cell was shaken down for about an hour and a half, and the CO took extra books, old magazines, and catalogs. Then I had a "call out" to the mailroom where the guy who must be the supervisor there was really hostile and said that no one had stopped my magazines. Then he said I already had too many book and magazines—which means that he was responsible for the shakedown. Then he said I needed to clean my cell.

Later, he came to the cell a short time afterward to threaten me some more. He admitted to retaliating against me because he said I "lied about the magazines." I didn't. That guy has mental problems. It could all have been resolved just by talking to me, but he felt some psychotic need to escalate everything.

The third thing: did I mention that a couple of weeks ago, some new guy asked to be moved into our cell? He seemed nice at first, but he's another psycho who can flip on you in a second. Apparently, he also likes to beaut up people. I have it on "good authority" that "someone" has two black eyes and a swollen spot on the side of their head. This person has spent four days in their cell avoiding staff so they don't get seen and thrown into the Hole.

It's been a very rough time.

Last week, I sent a motion into court to fight my case. I was threatened with the death penalty (facing the) if I didn't sign the plea, and sentenced over the maximum and lots of other things. And I've been locked up for eleven years and am facing eleven more years.

Prayers are welcome.

Love and blessings,
Kelly