October 3rd, 2026 Here's a convict's week with changes, disruptions, and minor victories like the cheesecake at the end of the rainbow. Last morning I checked Lantern, our academic program app seeing if Elementary Statistics, a class I 96% hate the actual shit out of for an updated grade. Me with my massive valedictorian weenus I sling got struck with a sickening C I'm trying to crawl out from under stuck in an institutional trap house. Our building, B-Side, em

September 18th, 2026 Fat-chewing in a Swiftie-level prison pill line bloated with junkies being fixed with Suboxone came a rare conversation elevated above dope, tablet games, fights, or cheap food. This was on the AI Beast. My pal Princess pointed to a recent breakthrough, the possibility of a replacement for Cadmium in batteries rendered from seaweeds. Suddenly, who's behind the hysteria hit my widening frontal lobe: the Problem Industry®. When a data center = an

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