Nate's New
July 3, 2019

Ahoy there, ladies and gents. And those less fortunate. I'm in GP out of seg celled up with a 70-year old heart attack and stroke victim who's also an ex Army Airborne (101st Screaming Eagles!) member. I like the guy except for his atrocious farts. :P

I owe a big thanks to Father John and Professor Michael Zigmond, both of whom helped me by buying me such things as socks, a radio, pens, stamped envelopes, books, even vitamins. We all know how cheap talk is, but I'm told 'em I'd either repay 'em times four or donate that much to a charity of their choice from the winnings of my lawsuits. Father John helps other prisoners, so i'll just him with x4.

Having had so many whisper sweet nothings in my own ears for so long, I'm desperate to prove I'm not yet another talker. Thanks, guys!

Still walking a tight rope, dealing with real and fake tough guys, and I've seen way tougher. I gotta pretend I'm impressed so they don't lie on me to staff or pick a fight, either of which would land me back in seg.

Apparently, Dr. Norge here spoke well for me, didn't smear my character as other psychologists have before. Thus, I have this mellow cellie and was let out of seg.

Gotta thank Camille, too—salut m'amie! :)—for posting stuff on Facebook page, Prometheus Writes, that I can't post on this blog. Check out her work for yourself.

I'm as pale as a zombie, I noticed, and real anxious and nervous about all that's going on around me, as if I'm overwhelmed. Years in solitary with limited sun exposure and limited events happening around me have made the already abnormal normal of prison life "abnormaller". Mein Gott, I hope I conjugate that right! Let me know, Camille. :) So, this is a real test of my I.Q. and brain's health!

Again, I must thank Doc. Zigmond, who bought me some vitamins that maybe will help.

We spend most of the day in our cells here, although we're in gp. This is the warden's solution to the nearly daily fights that I noted happened during my first three weeks here. I could hear the "trouble" jingle on staff's radios and saw them running to the scenes, then bring the fighters to seg. So, yeah, I'm in gp. But I actually am in my cell more than I was in seg!

Not complaining. at least I got all of my property.

Soon, I should have my tablet. If Doc. Zigmond bought it. Then I will email my three amigos/amigas, Camille, Father John and Doc. Zig. You guys/gals gotta accept my email and pay to set up an account within 10 days, or you'll be forever blocked (unless I rescind your info and resubmit it, which I'll do) and initially you must use a computer not a smartphone to do so. So, be on point.

That's about it, for now. I have a bunch of writing to do and must litigate (e.g. write up discovery requests) the multiple cases I have pending.

As always, readers, I still need your help. Please share the accompanying posts about my pending/approved lawsuits with people on social media and mainstream journalists.

Anyone but Father John (he's done enough) and Camille (she's a starving student), please contribute to my struggle by going to www.JLMarcusWisconsin.com and order me items #8036 (post-paid envelopes, up to six packs at a time) and #4305 (blue pens, up to four)—you'll know what they'll be used for. And whenever I have anything to spare, I do give to anyone around me in need who'll do good deeds with it. Pay it forward.

Nate A. Lindell #303724
Columbia Correctional Institution
Unit Rt0
2925 Columbia Drive
Portage, WI 53901-0950