Jail Journals 1 in Tales From Inmate #00JI61500

Wednesday April 17th
13 Days In, 77 Days Out

FINALLY! Commissary came tonight and I got pen and paper. Granted the pen sucks to hold on to, I can finally jot my thoughts down and all the crazy shit that goes on here.

Jail fucking sucks!

It’s funny to be excited over ChapStick and deodorant. My lips have been dry, scalp oil only gets me so far and I’ve been smelling my pits for almost two weeks as I go to sleep at night. Basic necessities are gold treasure to me now. I’m still going to try to get some books sent to me.

Even though I’ve gotten into a routine time still crawls by slowly. I miss mom and the cats. I miss my phone and sending random Reddit memes to A and T. I miss fresh air, home cooked meals, roasted veggies, cigarettes, cigars and pipe tobacco.

Mostly I miss my freedom.
90 day sentence.
3 long months.
At least I got my sleeping on track but getting up at 5 AM blows.

Thursday April 18th
14 Days In, 76 Days Out

I’m reading the Bible. The book of Genesis is wild. A crock of shit but wild.

The day shift guard, Harris, is a big asshole. Put the TV on after lunch and turned it to Syfy where a bunch of DreamWorks cartoon films were on and walked off. See, big asshole
I swear, whenever I see him he looks so miserable. Find another job, dude! Seriously!

Some people in here are so loud, obnoxious and plain stupid as hell. I loathe the mentality.

Friday April 19th
15 Days In, 75 Days Out

Simpson’s movie is on.

I’m a bit tired. Got up for breakfast then went back to bed, as usual. The nightmare woke me up. I’m in jail and dream of further confinement with violent people. This will haunt me for a long time.

I’m keeping upbeat about things but there is always the darkness in the back of my mind. I’m glad I have this notebook and pen to keep me sane. I have to keep a positive mind frame or this place will eat me alive.
“Do the time or the time will do you.”

My celly got some good news today but now they have dredged up an old possession charge so now he waits for another court date.

I am NEVER coming back here again. At first I had sympathy for the people in here but as the days go by I grow to despise them. I know that sounds judgemental of me but welcome to jail.

I miss mom. I want a cigarette.

Later…dinner before 5 PM should be a crime. Dinner before 4:30 PM should be a harsh penalty.

I’m sick of the junkies in here. Skeletons passing a folded up paper envelope to the next pod, desperate for their next hit. Seriously? Why be spun out in jail, locked in a big room where you can’t go anywhere. These idiots must love their insanity.

Wall-E is coming on. Still haven’t seen this flick and don’t care.

Who knows, maybe I might eat a jailhouse burrito tonight. The next two days will suck for we are only fed twice. I’d love a Mt. Dew Icee right now and a cigarette.

I want to go home!
Jail is really making me hate people.

After 10 PM…I’m locked in here with the stupidest people I’ve ever met. This will be my motivation, my deterrent to stay off alcohol. I’ll end up back in this madhouse. I HATE PEOPLE!

Later still…YES! The resident thief bonded out.* Oh glorious day! That has made my night and put me in a better mood.

*(Guy stole from my celly twice. One time I was in my bunk asleep when he did it.).