We Are All Just People Trying to Get Along

November 18, 2008 was one of the most outrageous and unbelievable days I’ve had in jail. A day I wouldn’t have expected. Unfortunately for you, reader, I am a man of my word. I promised certain individuals (who are responsible for the quality of the remainder of my stay here) that I would not mention any incriminating details about the activities or conversations the aformentioned parties participated in.

Furthermore, I would in no way, shape, or form name any of the deputies—oh my bad!—I mean “individuals” involved on my blog. I will be vague in my description of today’s events to honor my oral agreement with the deputies—damn it, I did it again didn’t I?—I meant to say with the “individuals” to not disclose any pertinent information linking them to the events that took place at the James Musick Facility. At a later day, if you want to inquire of the events that took place here I will gladly oblige...as long as you promise never to write about it in any widely circulated news publication. Please.

I assure you it is quite an extraordinary occurrence to happen in a jail. If you should come to visit me, I could enlighten you to some of the details. But that will require you to actually come visit me.

So until we meet, I will say this: despite the beliefs expressed by some fellow inmates, I believe the county employees are genuinely good people with good intentions, whose jobs require them to take on a colder persona than some of them would prefer. They are people like you or me who were hired for positions in which a high level of fear and respect are required to perform their duties without incident and according to the guidelines set forth by the powers above them. Nobody should harbor ill-will toward them for doing the job to the best of their ability. We are all just people trying to get along.