I’ve been a little depressed as of late, myself. You know how guys in jail can get. I had some guy tell me I should have killed myself after Zina, “She went out gangsta.”
I was thinking, “Yeah, and she left our son and me here.” as I walked away. This guy is obviously not the brightest bulb in the box. Still, it left me angry at Zina again.
Once guy tried to convince me she may still be alive, “You don’t know. She could be in protective custody.” I swear. I’m surrounded by lawyers and psychologists in here. Luckily, I”m a little too bright to fall for this shit.
Still… my grieving for Zina is a manic call back. some days, I’m fine. Other days it’s a relentless roller coaster.
Just when I had given up on talking to anyone, I had a guy I didn’t recognize call me “Dirty.(my tag name.)” We started talking and I asked him if he knew Zina. He said yes, “She was a beautiful girl.”
When he said that all these images of her, the really good times came flooding back. That’s when I realized that that’s how I want to remember her.. as beautiful.
I can’t tell you why or how I endure this. I do believe there’s a reason I’m still alive. I don’t know why, but I plan on finding out.
I’d enjoy mail from anyone. My address is:
Michael McQuade / Somerset County Jail / 132 East Madison Road / Madison, Maine 04950.
Tell everyone that I said “hi!”