let's play ball, hardball

I need a lawyer, bottom line. I thought this proud squirrel (me, you idiots) could handle "the man" on my own, represent myself, with dignity. But alas, I've discovered, once you are a part of this penal system, you are playing their game and the only way out is to play with their balls. I need a decent lawyer soon. I've got to get through this parole hearing in April, so I have come up with a way to raise money for my legal defense fun

no more

I never wanted to write a diary, I was just here to offer a counterpoint to jimmy's self-indulgent drivel. But now, here I sit rotting in a prison cell for nothing more than being me, and sharing a view to that - a view for which I should be revered, cherished, and perhaps even worshipped. Anyway, here in the joint, you live or die by rumor, and rumor has it that my parole hearing is a farce, they have no intention of letting me out. I am done being a patsy, I am tired of being abused, tired of not havin

i gave up a smoke for this, it wasn't worth it

I think I already said this, but everyday is a choice for me, cigarettes or internet or nothing. if I am writing, I am not smoking, that puts me a little on edge, I'm told. I have a parole hearing in April and I'm really not sure if my wife was pregnant and had our kid (assuming it is mine), I don't know how her sister is doing, I am not sure about my house, did anyone drain the pool? and it all just made me wonder when i woke up this morning, miserable and alone, if I wasn't better off in jail, because compared to being out there with the rest of you, "miserable and alone" might just be an improvement.