Three Days!

In three days we get to visit Micah for the first time in over a year. To say we are excited and thrilled would be a huge understatement. We are all very excited and full of mixed emotions. The girls hate seeing him in that ugly jail and they have a hard time visiting him there. He does his best to make it pleasant for them and stay up beat, he is awesome about that. Of course anyone that visits Micah knows that!

Micah regrets to inform his friends that he will be "unavailable" for visits for the next three weeks. We are hogging all of them. While in the States we should be able to get his book done and ready for purchase, will keep that posted.

In the meantime keep your writing skills keen and keep writing. He was a little down today because he had not received a visit or letter for two weeks. Bummer!

Part 3

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Yet, I mold, I adapt, I become a person I'm not, only to survive in the jungle. And my mind changes with me, as it's convinced every day that only the strong survive it dedicates itself to pull my body to the top of the food chain, doing what I must to exert my dominance. To reveal to the grunts the alpha male, to make it through the days as best I can, and keep from going hungry,keep from being lonely, which and let's face it, can never be accomplished here, but I will inevitably stay lonely- and I sit and put this pencil to this paper and my ranting thoughts pour out upon these lines...

to be continued....

Continuation...

....Only, as time moves forward and my freedom can be seen in the distance, time seems to be growing more and more difficult. As avid supporters die out, and I receive sporatic letters from names I'd nearly forgotten, images of the past and visages of the future are the life that keeps me sane. Talking to my dearest mother, the most supportive I know, for forty five minutes a week, keeps me aware that life outside these walls still exists. I only need to keep myself from falling into the waves of negativity that wash through the inmates day by day.

to be continued......

Sad Letter

Received this week from Micah:

"Man I'da gone crazy, nigga, done lost my mind if I wuz you! Twenty two GD months up in here!"

It was odd to have the drastic details of my life reiterated to me so bluntly. Many people coming and going, for domestic disputes or public intoxication, fail to recognize the actual circumstances of this hell they pass through-while they moan night after night about the thirty days they're doing in county.

But here it was, being placed directly in front of me, not intentionally, but, none the less it was there to ponder. Two years and this morning I lay holding my bladder because the restroom is the bedroom, therefore, somebody was sleeping in my restroom. Aimlessly angry, I began pondering every aspect of my dull life, soon realizing it was nearly identical to my last writing.

To be continued....

Stamps and Envelopes

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN!!!! Sending me a letter asking me if I would like money for envelopes or stamps is pointless, considering I always need money for envelopes and stamps. I will be unable to write you back confirming my need for envelopes and stamps. And I would always love visits-Mr. Neumann coming to you from cell block #6