Chapter Two September 1st, 2026 Mom's death didn't get sympathy cards. While they hugged, cried, and ate ham sandwiches on her sofa, not one of my her family members reached out to her only child. One aunt lied and told her she'd stick by me as Mom died. That while she consumed her pain-pills by fistfuls, and needed her, as a respected "caregiver" read: junkie. Her racket for many years has been assisting the sick while herself and a close friend liquidate med cabinets.

Chapter One August 31st, 2026 Three years back Mom died with me behind this prisoner's fence. Thus marking the cruelest moment of my life not only accounting to me robbing myself of being beside the foremost figure of my life's topography I rented a body off of, during an event making me aware grief prior was practice and their expressions melodrama. This brought on sadness returning childhood's tears with sobs like accompanying being in the meat department, daydrea

August 14th, 2026 Once I knew this punk who like lots was not a good listener. He heard well enough, picking mouths to listen from is where he went bad. This in the pervert's prison is problematic when you're young with anything left to lose. RJ, a towering Jew at around 6'5 sported his Yarmulke proudly on the yard, rocked a sash-belt plus a Hebraic scroll plastered on his locker like some movie-poster. Not getting funds from outside I figured was likely shame not their

August 4th, 2026 Department of Corrections Commissioner Crews: Hello! This is inmate Hiett #283308 at Northpoint greeting and wishing you a great day. Clearly if I'm taking time after 11 flat to approach you, I have concerns. Knowing you are a busy person I appreciate your momentary focus. This pertains to matters on the ground for all demographics, the tether connecting I realize you tire of hearing about: sexuality. Something I wouldn't address but it's problematic for

July 15th, 2026 Yo, Homies and Homettes! Finals finished, and this is from my Family and Childhood class for Sociology at Simmons straight outta Louisville. Hoping you'll give a gander to garner what prison's like from the perspective of an observant person training in a field about objective science. Don't worry it's not dry and I strayed from Snoozeville to top capacity. Dig: Family often is not what our body enters this world with. Adoption and adaptation occur i

Chapter Three July 6th, 2026 Speaking of options, I'm viewing mine. Cover and resume show me on the edge of a Sociology degree from an Historically Black College, out member of the LGBTQ community 40+ years from Middle America who's lived and worked in Europe. Synchronous to the diploma I'll have a year of this content posted publicly and prolifically. Putting career proposals together, this is a Special Qualifications list: Twelve years housed with 1200 racially divers

December 25, 2025 I was gonna skip out on my week's affairs over tone, coz' this is a holiday letter to my visitors and the subject it boils down to is harsher than jailhouse "shit tickets" (toilet paper, for the back row), now I realize this is apropos as 20 Winter trips to Big Lots. Big picture, anyway. I've metaphor-ized about this "woods-cat" I'm domesticating. Fact is, I'm crazy about this wicked smart dumb-fuck. He makes me smile like a moron half the time an