"Jail Proof"

November 11, 2008


It's days like this that make me wish I was a turtle with a "jail proof" shell I could close myself inside of:
-and drown out all the noise and all politics of this place...
-drown out all the people in here...
-drown out the ignorance...
-drown out the geniuses who know everything there is to know and yet have somehow manged to land themselves in jail...again.
(If the sarcasm of that statement may not have translated fully, imagine David Spade above saying it.)

I am having a hard time accepting that I have without a doubt spent almost two months of my life here that I will never get back. And once I have reached that two month halfway mark, I am only promised two more months that I will have to spend here. I am facing a possible race riot here that I fully oppose, but I am one of the few who is actually level-headed enough to realize it doesn't ever have to come to that. And all of you reading can believe that I will do everything in my power to prevent it from "popping off." There is nothing here important enough to get that upset about, and certainly nothing important enough to risk having to spend anymore time here than is necessary in jail. Nothing.

On top of that I am breaking out with blemishes all over my face again. I'm not sure if it's stress related or because of the food or sheets or what, but I don't like it, I know that much. Fortunately, there aren't any girls that I have to look good for or anything, but it is still kind of a bummer with visits and everything looking like a 14-year-old kid who is getting gray hairs and not enough sleep.

And that's another thing. I am 24-years-old, and although I am sure I have definitely earned them, gray hairs are another thing I didn't really want to pick up in jail. But oh well. I have become somewhat dependent on coffee here, and haven't really been too keen on getting out of bed too much since I have not had it. You see, because of Veterans Day the commissary we should have gotten today won't get here until Thursday. So I have been without coffee since Monday morning. My friend Will P got rolled out of our tent tonight, meaning I am basically alone here as far as the friend group I had when I first got here.

I was offered, I guess, a position with the horse orderlies today that I had absolutely zero interest in taking. Not a fan of working seven days a week starting at 6:30 a.m. and getting to smell horse and chicken crap all day. Horses? I mean, I like horses and all, but not nearly enough to ever work directly with them, ya know?

Whatever...there is a Lakers game on and you would think that yellow tent is sitting court side right next to Jack Nicholson with how loud everyone is right now. Please keep praying for me and writing me and coming to visit. It's really the only thing that is keeping me going at this point. I am still praying for all of you out there. And I do miss you all and love you very much. We are making it through this together. Thanks to everyone who has written and come to visit so far, and I encourage anyone else who is interested in coming to visit to coordinate with my Mom to set up the best time to come.

And will someone tell my friend Jay and David that I have already been here almost two months and that they should come visit or write or something! Same with Kaylin! I am not going anywhere doll face, you're going to have to come here!

By the time you read this I will have either successfully defused a hostile situation between races, or there was a racially heated fight in yellow tent. Either way I wish I was home.

Love you all.

Bye