October 4th, 2026 Saturday I gallivanted around the al fresco splendor of the bullpen with my current squeeze, a sweetheart half my age hitting the criteria of my prison play-pals: smokin' redneck. I'm determined to marry one. Seriously, being locked down's sunniest feature is a sea of available hot hillbillies, and I intend to lock a good one down if it kills me. 3 decades+ of doing guys "like me": artsy-fartsy fags (I can say that, like these African Americans in here

September 8th, 2026 Here's today's graded paper (50/50) from my Religious Studies REL 100 course request for my Sociology degree from Simmons. It's impetus you can see on YouTube: "Black Church Studies" video "The Origins of the Black Church in America" by Marshall Hatch. We did this in-person today to my enjoyment, and I hope grad school is a lot more like that. Dig: This week was devoted to the Black Church in America halfway. Our first group was the death penalty

September 5th, 2026 TRIGGER WARNING: Usually I wouldn't consider this, but there's a content landmine with a kid that's awful and graphic towards the end but germane to my topic. Proceed cautiously, it's with love I promise. Yesterday after 3 days and over 15 hours on a piece about "Coyote vs Acme", the shelved "Batgirl" movie, and other sociopolitical entertainment crud my tablet belched and it vanished. After a 15 hour ennui and pity festival, I did my homework. Simmon

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

January 9th, 2026 Welcome back! We lost a homie at Northpoint this week, and shamefully I'm lost for a name. They were found beyond help at home apparently after not showing up for work. First stationed in Dorm 2 daily satisfying the archetype of a movie prison matron, hair piled on her head in a bun-topped PhD (Pentecostal Hair-do), ubiquitously snarling, yelling, and kvetching, this person excelled at spreading soreness. A stretch back she abandoned cop life, moving to