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Hey old pals.  Hope that all is well with you guys.  Not sure if circle got my first letter, but now I have the correct address; this one will get to you guys.  Funny how life works that you meet people in not so nice places that know someone you know.  Anyway, I’m glad it was Circle, because honestly, I was just thinking about the Project.  So, I am on the vacation of a lifetime – lol – not as YCJ -York County Jail sucks.  Here until August 23rd, then out for a few months, then back for another 110 days.

Me and some men do not mix well with each other, so here I sit in time out in Pumpkin land.

How are Circles going?  Did Rage ever finish what he was writing when you guys were asking me about places in Biddeford to hold Circles at? [Dolphin refers to the historical narrative of the non-profit forms, the answer which is yes.]

I see on the news they want to close the overflow shelter at the Preb.  Makes me sad and sick at the same time that our damn governor wants to cut everything in Portland.  He is nothing but a damn bully and a disgrace.

I spend a lot of time reading in here and staying in my cell.  A lot of addicts in here hwho talk about using and it bothers me that there is no support for them in a damn county jail.  Heck, it bothers me that I am back here after doing so well on the outside.

Jail sucks.  Big time.  That, some of you know from your own experiences.

Any more front page stories for Rage?

Not much to write at this point; again, I leave her eon August 23rd, so, pretty excited about that.

Be well, be safe.  Peace and love,



I’m almost done this bid.  112 days left.

Boy, there’s a lot of bullying and saving seats in here.  It’s like kindergarten with these people.  I’m still going to meetings and groups.  I started a writing class; it’s alright.  A little boring.  The one I really enjoyed which we graduated from about two weeks ago was Houses of Healing, a very intense group where you try to find your inner self.  I’ve got about three more classes in Moving oOn, I’ll be graduating the GEAR group.  I’ve got about six more classes in codependency group.  “They” put me in the 18th, I’ll be starting “Seeking Safety”.  I’m in

Sarssm group untill May.  That’s a really good group about trauma.  I’ve got a really great sponsor; she’s got 35 years of sobriety.  She’s taking through this book called “the steps we took.”  She also comes in on Sundays and she’s taking everyone through the Big Book.  April 13th will be my big first year of Sobriety.

Hope to hear from you guys soon.

Miss Linda

Beer after beer after shot, my bar tab grows I was there when they opened, I’ll be there when they close what you ask, is a nice Irish lad like me doing wallowing alone, in so much misery it seems the Gods have dealt me, A big hand of shit I can’t make sense of it, and the pieces won’t fit my woman has left me, so I’ve nobody at home both my mind and my eyes, are now free to roam I like to see tits, hanging from shirts and tight little asses, only half covered by skirts these simple things, and a drink or a few cheer me up when I’m feeling, depressed and blue I was in the bathroom, simply taking pics a young woman comes in, and says you want some of this not for a second, I didn’t even have to think I fucked her right there, as she bent over the sink three drinks of Bacardi, were my hydraulic lunch I’m fuckin’ wasted, now it’s more than a hunch I sat down to rest in a booth, then I put my head on the table the bartender hollered, Hey buddy walk if you’re able I toss my beer to the floor, as I head for the door I stumble then mumble, your mothers a whore the night air feels good, and soon I’m awake but how much of this crap, does one man hafta take a friend of mine pulls up, and yells from his car why the hell are you walking, let’s go hit a bar we find one at last, a place to shoot pool but I’m so fucked up, I can’t sit on a stool my friend hears of a party, a better place to be so we stock up on beer, and head out to the country we arrive at a camp, with a big bonfire blazing twenty people or so, sit on lawn chairs lazing I find a comfortable chair, this is partying in style a few pills are passed to me, which I pop with a smile beer after beer, I’m enjoying it here though after awhile, all sights disappear I’m awake before sunup, all covered in soot somehow it seems, I’ve burnt the boot off my foot there’s nobody in sight, but I hear music in the camp I take off my trashed footwear, and head up the ramp there are people in here, that I met last night they’re laughing at me, saying I look a fright I ask if they’d know, where my friend may gone they say he’s passed out in his puke, out on the front lawn I down three shots of jack, and grab him a beer I kick him and yell, let’s get the fuck out of here so with puke in his hair and a beer in his hand he laughs when he realizes, he’s not able to stand I go find the cooler, then drop down beside him I’m just guessing here, but I’d say our future looks grim I explain that we both, need to get back to town he looks at me seriously, with a really deep grin he says there’s no way, he can possibly drive I say no shit, but I’m barely alive We agree to sit there, until there’s nothing to drink it doesn’t really matter, we’re too fucked up to think many cans later, the beer finally gone there’s a big ring of empties, all over the lawn I ask him how, he can get me stranded like this he says aw fuck you, I’m gonna lay here and piss the lawn gnomes have hidden, and so too have crows it seems everyone hides, from us drunken hobo’s

Here’s something for the blog.
Lloyd Millet was a bully.  He thrived on tormenting others, using his size to scare others into giving him money.  I don’t know what inner pain/demons drove him to hurt others, but it caught up to him.  His alleged killer was often the recipient of his attention.  He abused him physically and verbally.  I do not believe that there was any kind of sexual abuse aspect to their relationship.  Millet took great delight in hitting and belittling his killer (alleged), in front of others.

Everybody has a breaking point.  Millet pushed way past that point and wasn’t even smart enough to realize it.  I wonder if he ever regained enough consciousness to regret it.  I know it’s cold but the overwhelming opinion here at the prison is – good riddance.  He was not well-liked and won’t be missed.  With Millet the general opinion was not if somebody would lay him down, but when.  The nicest thing I could say about his death is that I hope he believed in God and his Son Jesus Christ so that his soul is in heaven.


As an amateur writer and storyteller I often start my writings with a cute, humorous or even dramatic beginning in the hopes it might catch the readers attention. This is commonly referred to as a “hook”. As an inmate at the Maine Correctional Center (MCC) in Windham, I will skip the fucking hook and get right to the point. The point is: that, in this day and age, inmates at MCC are regularly and openly abused! That’s right, I said abused.

On any given day in which the waters pour down from the heavens in buckets, inmates often have to choose between meals, medication, recreation and a host of other things and a “good-old fashion” soaking.

You see, inmates at MCC are not allowed any protective rain gear (not even an altered trash bag). This fact is not likely known by the general public (who wouldn’t give a shit anyway), but it is certainly known by the State of Maine Department of Corrections (DOC). Also not well known is this: the vast majority of inmates (700 or so) have to move from building to building for chow, meds, dental, rec, visits and more. In the case of meds inmates often have to stand in line outside in the driving rain. To make matters worse, inmates are not allowed to run, but must walk. HELLO! IT’S 2010 FOLKS!

It is simply not acceptable that in this day and age that even “low-life” criminals can be abused this way; and though most inmates have less than 600-800 feet between buildings, they can be outside a dozen or more times a day.

All across our nation people are in places like this (prison) for abuse of others, children, adults and the elderly.

Here at MCC, abuse is State Sanctioned and has been for years. No one should have to choose between a meal or getting drenched with no way to dry one’s clothes. No one should have to choose between getting their meds and standing in a  god-damned line in the driving rain or fucking snow storm.

Let me end with this: if this fucking place were a nursing home and the patients were treated like the inmates here are, the place would be shut down by the State in a heart-beat and the operators would be sitting in prison for abuse! It is a good thing for the State that this place is just filled with “low-life” criminals.

– Bob-Wire
MDOC# 04666

Hey anyone,

How are you? I am a lonely man. I want a penpal and a friend to write for 6 months. I get out then and if I find that you like me and chemistry’s developed, maybe I could turn into your “Prince Charming,” or your Knight in Shining Amor! See? I even have a sense of humor, hahaha. :)

I had a lot going on for me until I got arrested. I lost alot. Oh, well. I’m not lazy and I’m a go-getter, so I can re-establish myself in hardly no time. Plus, I just found out that I won my lawsuit. I should have a small nestegg by the time I’m released on Thanksgiving next. Plus a monthly check.

So, excuse the horrid penmenship. I hardly feel this left hand I’ve yet to get the surgery (outpatient) for the accident that traumatized my elbow. :P Ouch! Anyway, I’ll be okay and fix this thing that is similar to carpal tunnel. Regardless, I got more money than the pain and suffering. Yee haw – party time, if you want.

I’m suffering really bad loneliness during the holiday season, while my roommate and everyone has girls writing them.

I’m a big eater and you could win all my devotion by just feeding me. Yum yum. :) I’ve lived half my life in Florida, and I don’t like the cold or snow for long periods. I was a dancer for years down there. I can still move really well, even without my vicadin 7.5 – haha. I like beer and wine but stay away from whiskey. I do like brandy. Have you ever made homemade? Sugar, vodka, foldgers & boil.

I’m 5′ 11″ tall, blue eyes, 205 lbs now, no fat – all muscle, because I work out. i have a big white teeth smile with large kissy face lips. Yes, I’m proud of my looks and I work hard on my body to stay SEXY. You’ll see if you write back and send me a photo.

I want you in my life, even if it’s just as a friend. I am hoping more developes, but “friends first and foremost”! I have lighter hair in summer and down south. I keep my hair short (military flat top), cause it’s so curly and ruly, long. I’m dying to see you & your photo. :)

I’m a mechanic, run my own business and can fix anything except a woman’s broken heart. I’m only human, but that never stops me from trying. I must be overly hard-headed, haha! I have a big foolish heart, and usually try to save the underdog. I feed the hungry and give a lot to the lower income. Repairing their cars, &c.

I always have 5-10 cards or trucks for sale at any given time and 5-10 to repair or sell or scrap if on hand cash gets low. This is rarely an issue ’cause I have a huge cash flow and get paid almost daily. I’m really good at what I do! I’m not concerned. I’m convinced! :)

I grew up in a family junkyard and took over when I was of age. Right now, I have a couple good working trucks and an old camaro 4-speed v-8. Can you drive a standard? I love old muscle cars and always play with high-performance autos. I buy, fix, sell or trade autos of all types. I like doing this so much, it’s become my hobby as well as my main source of income. I have a lot of fun doing this and don’t work for anyone unless I’m making an exorbitant amount. I ride back roads looking for old or wrecked cars/trucks to restore or scrap. I’ll buy anything i can make a profit from. Again, I’m very good at my job. All legal, too!

I like country, classic rock first! I’ll listen to anything but Rap :( Yuk! I eat like a horse and work like a dog. I’m a little boy at heart. I love to laugh and am always grinning. I have very little body hair. No BO or stinky feet! I much prefer home-cooked meals, but while on the road / my job, I’ll eat fast food or search small restaurants. Breakfast is a must and usually a good home-made supper. I’m a good breakfast cook and on certain meals they are my specialties. I do a lot in my crock pot. Stews, soups and spaggetti sauces. My favorite! I could eat pasta at least once a day. I love to watch movies and snuggle up while eating ice cream or sweets / snacks or leftovers. I’ve seen almost every movie made. I love action movies, but have liked a lot of those animated / kids movies that are popular. I’ve been in 2-3 long-term relationships and am not looking for a one-night stand / fling. I’ve never married but that’s because I was young and stupid and then never found my equal.

I like sex 5-20 times a week and am not above begging. Ha ha :) I hope you see my good side / sense of humor. I look 35-40 and am full of so much love that woman will be my Queen if she treats me right. I’m a good man.

Please don’t hold it against me for me being here! I got two assaults. My “bud” and my ex got together and broke the glass out of some of my autos. I punched him and threw a beercan at her. Good shot / my bad. That’s the short version.

Anyway –  somewhere there is a woman out there for me to love and be loved by. My soulmate. Sex is very important. Food is very important. Communication is very important, along with devotion. I’m an aquarius, a dreamer, yet, able to hold a grasp on reality. I can usually make quick judgments of people and be right on point.

I hope I’ve given you enough info to know me and respond. I’m worth any and all your efforts.

Please, please, make a lonely man’s day. :)

– Barry Bard
MDOC# 24724
17 Mallison Falls Rd
Windham, ME 04062

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