Nov. 3rd, 2010

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Well, it's been awhile since I've updated this site. A lot has been going on with my "apartment complex" as I like to call it, more on that later. I've written a thousand entries to this page in my head, much the same way my mom writes letters to me in her head. The problem with that is I only get half her letters that way.

To start, I wanted to use this page as a creative outlet, to maybe meet like-minded people to correspond with, to share thoughts and feelings with the outside world. I was going to leave out stories of my incarceration and when I started this I wasn't even sure I was going to mention I was locked up. I'm reduced to "inmate" enough as it is, I wanted a place to feel normal.

I didn't, and I still don't, want to use this page as a soapbox and tell all the woes of prison life. That being said, I realized it was all but impossible for all of you to know, most (if not all) read my mom's page, and as my situation is a huge part of her life, I know it's something she talks about. And since it's my daily life it's something I'll talk about from time to time because some of the crazy shit that goes on in here just has to be shared. More on that later...

We have an institutional TV channel where we get semi-recent movies, pretty much as soon as they come out on DVD we get them. One of the recent movies was "500 Days of Summer." Now I'm a sucker for a good romantic comedy, "Nick and Nora's Ultimate Playlist" was one of my favorite flicks in this genre. But rarely has a movie ripped at an emotional scab as "500 Days of Summer." Down to the author's notes in the beginning credits, except I would substitute the name of Christina Jensen.

Everything the lead character went through from being ecstatically happy to breaking dishes and buying Twinkies and Jack Daniels in a bath robe, emotionally I was right there with him. At the end I have to wonder how many Autumns I had overlooked, and is it too late to find her? I hope not, my family is great but the rest of my life without love is not a prospect I look forward to. A sentiment I'm sure many people can relate to.

All in all, "500 Days of Summer" is worth seeing, by the way...

** Adam wrote this in July, and sent it to me a week or so before I moved. It's taken until now for me to get to a place - both physically and emotionally - that I could write this out for him. What he wrote struck an emotional cord with me as well, since I know a thing or two about Jack Daniels and Twinkies...
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We have a correctional officer who works in my block, his name is Agu. He speaks with a very heavy accent, I believe Nigerian, but I could be wrong. Anyway, this guy is a cartoon character straight out of Bugs Bunny. The stuff he does would be funny if it wasn't screwing inmates over.

The story starts way back in January, when two inmates moved into the block (there are eight blocks on the yard). Their names are McCurry and Harden. Now these guys weren't perfect by any means, but neither were they the biggest screw-ups ever, either. Just two guys trying to get through their time. Agu had gotten into an argument with these two months prior when he worked overtime in another block, so Agu was less than pleased when these two moved in.

Agu holds grudges. Agu tried to move the inmates out, but had no cause to do so, so they stayed. Shortly after they moved into six block (my block) , Harden hurt his back while in a vocational program. This prison constantly screwed up his medical treatment. He got an X-ray which showed spinal curvature and a disc out of place. He was sent to an outside hospital for an MRI, but the orders said "X-ray", so he only got another X-ray, which had already been done at the prison.

They screwed with his medication, everything that could be done wrong was. It got to the point where Harden could barely walk, still medical did nothing. On February 10th Harden tried to request to see medical because his pain was so severe, and he'd been told the day before that he would be seen. He was left in the dayroom with no help and collapsed on the floor.

We called a "man down" from our cells, a phrase that is supposed to alert the officers to a medical problem. They're supposed to hit the alarm and emergency response is supposed to come. In this case Agu and his partner Tremble looked in and told the control cop to let the next shift deal with it.

Harden was left on the floor for 4-1/2 hours, until medical came to pass out afternoon medication. The person passing out meds, who wasn't a registered nurse, said "He's faking" and left him there while custody staff laughed and made jokes. Two inmates carried Harden back to his cell rather than leave him on the floor.

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[Note from mom] He hasn't smiled in a photo since he was 7 years old...


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