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I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp –
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics, and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade,
Who swiped  my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Bob, who I always thought
Was rotting away in Hell
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?
I would love to hear your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.”

“And why is everyone quiet?
So somber – give me aclue.”
“Hush, child,” he said.
“They’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.”


Please remember –
just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian

any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Every saint has a past…
Every sinner has a future.
Now it’s your turn: share this poem.

– by Anonymous, posted by Rey


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

My tagname is H. Life used to be kind. Never had any trouble with the law, never really had trouble with anyone. Then, six years ago, I fell through a plate glass window & my left arm was near to being completely severed. Luckily, it was able to be repaired, but the nerve damage left me in constant pain. To cope with this (at age 16) I was put on oxycottin and morphine.

I first realized that I was addicted when my physician, afraid that I could become addicted took me off of everything. By three days time the pain & the withdrawal symptoms were so overwhelming that he was forced to put me back on the medications. Of course, over time, with opiates, you need more & more & more & when they won’t prescribe you enough, you cross that line between “use” & “abuse.” (Although if they prescribe it, I guess it’s still “use”.) The next thing you know, you’re a criminal.

I’m in a prison doing 4 years for a burglary (to support my habit) followed by subsequent probation violations. Despite my condition (in addition to addiction & chronic pain, I also suffer from mental illness) I was not offered any alternative to sentencing, no rehab, no hospitalization. Am I done using/abusing substances? Not unless “they” come up with a cure for cravings, and an alternate to pain management. I wish that I could be a surgeon, and heal others. But that’s not happening now.

– Nicholas “H” Hamilton
MDOC# 66835

I’m Brett Vigue, MCC Windham, MDOC# 93110.

I was on probation for stealing from my father to support my habit. I was getting Oxys from NH, selling them up here – just so I could use, basically for free. Then my connection dried out. Part of my conditions of probation were to get drug counseling. I didn’t know I was gonna have to pay for that & with no insurance! What kind of work do I do? I’m a thief. So, no treatment there, no treatment in here.

Thank you.

– Brett

Hey taxpayers. Did you know that, up at Windham, the building where they house medium security inmates, “The Security Building,” is so old & decrepit & has violated so many building codes that the state gets fined at the rate of $1000 per prisoner per month – because things aren’t fixed? That’s $100,000 per month!

Oh, and – do you know who sells MDOC its shoes, toothpaste, deodorant, cards, blankets, &c? The Bob Barker Company! That’s right! Bob Barker! Apparently his son, Bart, was killed in prison, so now Bob wants to make sure we all have cheap toothpaste. I don’t know, maybe that last part (about the son) is a myth. Know what’s bad in here right now, aside from 70% of us having Hep-C? Mercer!

My name’s Joseph Poulin, and I’m a safe-cracker, but otherwise, a sweet guy, solid citizen. Write me ladies! MCC, Windham.

– Joseph Poulin, MCC

Every week here at Windham, we get to send out two free letters. We put them in a special free-mail box, with FS or FM in the corner where a stamp should be. This week, I put three such letters into the box. Big mistake. I was informed that the act constituted theft & got locked down for three days!

I bet you folks reading this feel alot safer knowing I’m locked up! Do candidates for governor read this? We can vote here, you know. This, the correctional system in Maine, is the bottomless money pit!

Thank you.

– Randy Poulin, MCC


My name is Tad Fellows. I am an inmate at the MCC in Windham.

My story starts back in the summer of 2008. Around July or August of 2008, my girlfriend and I lost our home, and jobs. Although I got a job Wal-Mart shortly after, we lost our trailer. We were unable to find another home. We were forced to live with other family members in the area. On the 13th of March 2009, I lost my job at Wal-Mart, and a week later, my family. And I got kicked out of my mother’s house.

Now we were forced again to find new living arrangements, and this time I betrayed my mother and stole something from her in order to pawn it and get money. I did my time for that crime, although it never would have come to that point if I were still working.

Since March 13, 2009, I have not had a single job in the state or anywhere else. I looked everywhere, every week, from Newport, ME to Augusta, ME every store and every place that might hire me was checked on a weekly basis. All my efforts seem to fail me. I even went to work agencies with no luck as well.

I robbed two stores to take care of my girl and our three kids so that we would not go hungry or cold and so that our new born would have the necessities he needed. None of what I took went to drugs or anything of that nature. It all went to the necessities of living. The first store I robbed, I got about $900 and it lasted 3 months. The second store I got $200 and that lasted 1 month to support ourselves and our kids.

Our justice system deemed it necessary to give me a sentences of 8 years all but 30 months (2 and a half years) suspended, with 3 years probation!

My girl just found out that she is pregnant again with our fourth child, and I will be locked up for a lot of it…

How is that right in the eyes of society?

– Tad Fellows
MDOC# 71591
Windham, ME 04062

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