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Greetings, humans, from a fast world!

I hate to say it, but this is going to be my last post as a prisoner.  My next post and I’ll be a free man, once more.

One of my names is Jeremiah Underhill, former and soon to be again Facilitator of the Circle of the Stars, Southern Tribe of RTW/Holistix!

One of my biggest challenges has been the cold of Maine.  It’s hard being in here with only jail clothes.  I’m sure that when I get to town the novelty will soon wear off with the weather.  The warm side of the window looks better from the inside to humans!!!

Keep warm, and until next week,

Mustafa

 

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I only have 50 days now.  Clocks ticking.  Chris Arbor’s out of Portland, but he’s also gonna oversee Biddeford probation.  Now sure who my P.O. will be.  probably be some newby who wants to make a name for himself.

Yes, I am fat.  I started doing just strength training, and no cardio.  I’ll walk more when it gets lighter longer.  Plus, when I get out I’ll be able to go biking and I will walk around way more.  But, regardless, it doesn’t but me much; it’ll get better.

Movin’ to a new city’s kinda nerve-wracking.

Thanks for the shout-out on WMPG!

Peace,

Rocky

Things here are monotunis, chow, meds, chow, meds, chow, meds, bed. I box a couple days a weeks. I have yet to completely pic up jogging again. Maybe with the changing season. I love fall. Harvest time. Cooler outside. Smudged today. I love it. Beat a big drum last week, w/Jessie. Sux my Heritage has little to do with being Native to America. Maybe back when it was Pangoa. I’m english and Phillipono, ¼ to be exact. There is Indian’s tribal on that part. But it’s not American. I have been made fun of my whole life for how I look. Time to start embracing my Heritage. I’m not sub par, I’m above and beyond, anyway. I don’t fit in anywhere I guess. Good. Stealing cucumbers from our garden. To bad it’s consider stealing. Howe has done most of the work. I’m so scared of probation. I love pot to much. Sux. Hopefully, it all works out for the best.

Just cut up contraband veggie’s. Sad I have to hid out in the bathroom to do it. Like I’m shooting up or something a little Judas priest anyone. Awesome death metal, the bone, sun’s almost set. It’s 7:30, No more nite rec pretty soon. So A.A.’s been good. Couple of the guys from talk so that’s cool. So many movies I wanna see. So many times I wanna buy second hand at bull moose. Can’t wait to shop at Goodwill. Quarterroys and t-shirts. Good stuff.

“Freedom what will you make of it”

I have a hard time remembering things sometimes too. My friends fiance’ that started to write me right out of the blue & told me that Bill had died. I’d like to know what did happen to her & if Bill really died or not. It’s all so weird. I’m not sure that I even believe it. I would have thought one of his boys would’ve written to me with news of his demise…

She begged me to write & promised she’d write me as soon as she got my letters. Weird how she disappeared. Having a ball camping & stuff, then moved, and just got busy being free. Hard to get people to write letters when they’re out partying. The new commissioner just made a new rule, as of in and cleared. I haven’t tried it yet, but that is the word in here.

I was in seg for a month.  All they five is a blue pencil to write with.  I enjoyed seg.  It took me all that time to read a 500 page book.  Did a lot of push-ups.  Like the solitude and room service.

I’m not sure what to write for the Project.

Work hard. Freedom is a second away from the illusion of freedom.

Something.  I’ll think of something.  When on probation, freedom is just an illusion for me.  Suicide and murder, always on the back burner.  Have thirteen months left.  Have been unassigned for four months.  And lost a month for seg.  Ridiculous.  All for being held accountable for helping a friend.  Just went for an eye exam.  My eyes were fine before I came in seg.  Lost every last bit of my stamina down in seg. Sux.  Gonna take me forever to get them back.  Doing a transition class.  Wish I would just die. The registry.  How could I have been so stupid?  How?  Why?  That was the best of my thinking.  Just wish someone would just put me out of my misery.  I can’t, don’t have the ca hones.

I’m scared to get out – sensory overload.  My gf’s gone.  My friends gone.  I have to start over.  New town.  New people. New life.  I hate change.  That’s life – change.

Have to close this letter not saying anything.  Well, I write again soon.

Rocky

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