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This is what I am gonna influence everybody, just how everything works, especially, when you’re an innocent bystander taken advantage of his character.

One day I went to work & was working on getting this roof shingled, we can go home and feel good about ourselves. Well, on a nice day, we went to work & towards the end, when my street brothers asked me if I wanted to take an early day & go get the trailer, he didn’t say it was or was not full. So I went down where the trailer was, so I can pick it up & bring it back. I did my seven point inspection of the trailer, making sure, it was road ready, I hooked up to it, & drove off & all of a sudden, I felt a tug.

I knew I got a flat on the trailer. So I limped it home, or trying. I got as far as Gardiner, & I was gonna drop it along the side of the road & come back the next day with the spare tire, all of a sudden, I saw lights behind the trailer, officers came up & ask me for my license & registration. He come back & asked me if I was drinking & I told him no & I don’t drink & drive. Then, he asked me about all the shingles, that was in the trailer, & I told him I picked the trailer up in Gardiner. The cop called the dispatch & the dispatch said that they were stolen. & He came back and told me that all these shingles were stolen. I didn’t know that & I said, no, I was instructed to go & pick up the trailer, along with the other truck that was pulling it to begin with, but, it all broke down because of the tire.

I was arrested for someone else’s violation.

– from “John Red Corn”
MDOC# unprovided

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It’s X-Ray coming from MCC again! This shithole they call prison, where if you’re good enough you will earn ICE CREAM for a whole year. I’d rather pull my eyelashes out, lol.

Just writing a quick Blog telling everyone that I will now be known as “SUNDOG.” I got renamed because of the cutie I have a crush on. His name is Moonchild. So now we go together! “Like peas and carrots Jenny.”

I have found that blogging gives me an out of this place. Although I write about hos stupid this place is, I’m very glad I’m doing my first and only Bid in this kiddy camp.

What justice is out there that a 79 year old man who rapes his nine year old granddaughter gets only 18 months? I find this sentence just a little cheap.

I’m a classic drunk driver on a path to self destruction. I do believe I had to come here to get the help I needed and received.

I’m now off that miserable drug, “Prozac.” I can’t believe that it’s finally gone. I FEEL Amazingly normal. I sure have missed me. I haven’t been this happy in so long. LOVE this feeling.

NOW if only I could get a letter from MR. MOONY, it would be so perfect. Hopefully tomorrow, fingers crossed. He’s the cutest and most handsome man. (Yum) I just know we are gonna make an OUTSTANDING couple. xoxo YEAH if he ever rights. I’m so impatient in here. Not much longer.

Three very short months left. Not so bad.

I hope you all have the bestest of the best halloween night Mr. OCT 31st. As I have already mentioned I will be missing my favorite holiday this year. Boooo to that.

I’m also doing a daecopach on my cup. It has like 100 condoms stacked on each other. Adam Lambert (Yum). “If I had you.” I’ve got the goddess Gaga on the very top. I’ve got a sign that says “Wicked” with a skull cross and bones. A “Got Drugs and Sex” all spelled out. OH. I have the First Lady. No not Michelle, but the FIRST transgender woman working in the white house. Love it. Congrats first lady. And also the King of Rock “Axel Rose.” Oldie but deff a Goodie. It’s coming along.

Thanks for reading, hoped you enjoyed it. Now go smoke a joint for me!

Till next time!

Love + Peace,

– SUNDOG
previously known as x-ray


Write to at:
Raymond Munson
MDOC# 83366
17 Mallison Falls Rd
Windham, Maine 04062

This is X-Ray again coming to you from this shit hole called Maine Correctional Center. MCC for short.

I’m having a weird day. I’ve been upset since lunch and really just can’t wait for this day to go away. Fuckin’ Don Jacobson is being his usually prick self. I guess if I had to marry one of the scary bitches, I might be crazy too. He is a piece of work. He’s redheaded with a mole on his face. Hot, huh? I’m hoping my days of answering will come to an end soon. RIP D. Jacobson. Fuckhead.

So, yesterday I started pressing flowers and someone had the gall to say something like it was fuckin’ Biz somehow.

I’m really having one of these hate jail and stupid people kind of day, blah!

The only thing I guess is remotely positive is that I have a crush on a certain Mr. Moony. I think we will be in love by the time I leave this hole.

Feb 1st Bitches! Can’t wait. I do know that I have learned my lesson of drinking and driving.

Although I will not be D&D again it makes me wonder why I did it in the first place. Here I’m treated like a criminal next to murderers and skinners aka Sex Offenders aka Sick Bastards. They actually get paid to be in dorms one and two. It’s fucked up. I’m sick to death at looking at them. They definitely should have their own prison. There’s 800 hundred inmates and three hundred and twenty five are “touchers,” “serial rapists” — it’s just not right they get jobs before regular inmates! REALLY!

And how the hell does the guys “the half of the population” get away with being soboxin high? I mean it is none of my biz but some assholes like to fuck with me and I’m very passive except today. LOL. Their eyes are huge. I can tell when a guy is high, how come the trained professionals can’t? Fuck, do your job! They think they’re invisible. WTF. Get a life, instead of making Jail your hobby. Some guys only last weeks before they’re back in here for even longer sentences. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. I will not be on that list. I fucking can’t stand people who get off doing their grandmother’s prescriptions. Ridiculous. I won’t be a statistic damnit. I will behave. And make the right choices.

Well, have I bitched enough yet? I think so. Thanks for letting me vent. Hope everyone stays safe and has a great day, week, month, fuckin’ year. LOL.

‘Till next time,

~ MUAH ~

– X-Ray

P.S. Hi Cutie-Butt Moony! Write me! xoxoxo
I actually feel better for venting. Hope it lasts. Hahahahahah. XD

Hello, is there anyone out there? Remember me? It’s X-Ray from York County Country Club Jail of America. Well, I put that crazy question out to you all because of my loneliness I’m going through. I’m like a very beautiful Rose stuck inbetween Sixteen thorns, I live in the land of misfits and being normal is overrated. Well, to them. I’m one to sit back, smoke a joint, and watch a favorite movie or two. Instead, I have to listen to a bunch of middle-aged men bitch and complain daily about stupid things. Why, if these men are so tough and set in their ways, do they need to gossip? It’s like worse than my local salon. No kidding. Or worse: “High School!” Ewwww.

I’m stuck in this so-called jail / kidding camp resort for the next six months. It’s actually a great thing for people who have no brains and depend on food stamps. Yeah, it’s a total joke. We have a full size sandy volleyball game area, as soon as you step out the door. To your right, you have the horseshoe pit. And of course, a full size gym. The only thing we are missing is a swimming pool. Although I’ve put requests in for me. It’s very calming to know that someday I’m sure some idiot around here will probably but one in. Got to love the tax payers money going to good use!

I’m in a SCCP Dorm House with sixteen other men as I have mentioned. It’s a secure community confinement program. It’s basically a resort without family and booze. Fun times.

The food here is actually not bad. I can’t complain. I’ve managed to lose forty pounds on the stuff. I’m looking great. Feeling even better. Although I can’t seem to make any friends. So, I’ve put all my energy into walking three to four miles a day and working the body out in our state of the art gym. I’ve gots to do something to pass the time and talking about mudruns and nascar bub is not on my things to do list.

So, to be a little serious for a moment. Since I have had nothing, no booze or weed to hide my problems, I’m having to face them head on & alone. It’s scary when you go through such a change and have no one to trust. I’m not sure if I’m the loser for being here or if I’m in the running for the Biggest Loser. Trying to make an honest friend out of someone. Seems like I’ve def missed the boat on staying out of jail. Staying out of trouble. Hoping now I can redeem the help I need to make my life worth living.

So, I guess for the first time in my adult life, I’m finally dealing with my issues and problems SOBER. It’s very different. But necessary. I know that even though I’m doing this on my own, it will be worth it when I return to the public. Acceptance: a word I can’t get past. How my whole entire life has revolved around accepting myself and others accepting me. It’s been thirteen years since I came out of the closet and it seems like I’m back in it. Sometimes I feel ashamed and very worried. I’ll work on that!!!

I’m done pouting. I want to be funny again. OH, so I am a third baseman on our “softball team.” Yeah, go Dorm 3. I hit the ball and throw the ball and catch the ball, ummm yeah that’s that.

Last week, I planted four hundred flowers by hand. Four thirty-foot gardens. By HAND. When did men decide it’s too girly to help me out? Give me a break! I love them, it looks like a great big gay candy land of colorful flowers. Yeah, me! The one guy that did help me is Frankie! He is the resident guru.

It’s a game to see who can be the biggest hicks or the best jock, or the greatest geek. WTF. I’m trapped in a fucking bad High School Musical without the song & dance, lol! I have yet to find one honest person in here (I know it’s jail not Yale) But really, I act the sane way inside jail or outside jail. I don’t live like a shitbag, it’s just not in my cards.

The guys think they are even more cool ignoring me. Makes them feel manly. Makes me wonder about what’s really wrong with this picture. Yes, I’m talking about the hick men who bitch and complain daily like little school girls with pretty polka-dotted dresses. I landed here in this “savior program” three weeks ago. It is 100% better than York County. But then again, so would be Haiti.

So, let’s recap. I’m not gossiping, not ratting, not smelling and have lost forty pounds. I have a great tan, thanks to my walking ability I’ve had since birth. So, why am I not cool enough for guys I don’t like? Why do I need their acceptance? Why do I fight for acceptance? It’s very lonely going through these changes alone. I’m the only one that seems to think my life needs to change or I will be back. I’m 32 years young. And WTF do I want out of my life? Although it has been fun.

I want to rub Frankie’s head and make a wish. Ya right this is, “jail not Yale!” Just wish these men could take a program! Any suggestions?

I’m wishing and praying for an acceptance program or tolerance program for these meat heads. Sounds like I will even learn from it. Fuck the AA program. Um quitter!

I am missing my real friends and real family SO MUCH. I am thinking I am so glad to be given a chance to change my life. Happy, very happy. I never killed anyone while I was drinking and driving. “Lesson being learned.” Like all things, time will pass.

Finally to the one I have yet to meet as my life partner: Get ready for some lovin’.

Till next time, bloggers – Have a good one. Send me some good vibes!

From the MCC resort and tanning salon, MUAH…

– X-Ray!
Ray Munson
MDOC# 83366

P.S. Thanks Rage! Thanks to Lyssarian posting for me! xoxo

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