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Hello everyone.

One of my names is Fritz, and my biggest challenge has been not smoking.  My whole bid, so far I haven’t really thought about smoking.  The thing is on the outs, when I do research and read a lot, I like to smoke.  A couple times this week, I was doing some reading and found myself wishing for a cigarette.  It’s crazy how close those two habits are at least for me.

Other than that, I’ve been doing well.  I’m on the cleanup crew now.  It’s $.50 an hour, buy it’s better than nothing.  I don’t have programs now, so work makes the time go by.  I keep strange hours – 3am to 11am.  No complaints, just an adjustment to sleeping habits.

I haven’t gotten any postcards from Circle of the Stars lately; don’t forget about me, bitches!  I’m in prison, but I’m not dead.

Until next time, humans,

Fritz

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

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

Hey, I heard that Ken Topel, the head nurse over in Dorm 4 is responsible for negligence leading to teh death by pneumonia of old man Spenser down in Dorm 6. Is this true? If it is would anybody out there care? Why does a health care professional, someone who could work anywhere, end up here, at MCC? Even Lewiston’s better than this. Why? There’s gotta be a few corpses back there, right Topel? When you got hired here & you told your boyfriend, didn’t he squeal: “Praise God, Ken! You got a job! Don’t they know about the ‘accidental death’?” and you said, “Baby – they don’t care!”

I hope I don’t catch a cold!

I love you, Meriki! Always!

– Art Vandelay
MDOC# xxxxxx not provided

The times when you feel you’re going to fall flat on your face.

I worked for months on end trying to put stuff together. I worked night and day. The day came. My nerves were jumping all around; I didn’t know how I got myself in this. Everyone is telling me, “I can do this” Then it is over and everything went off without a hitch.

This is how things went this week when I had to preach. My first time with a group full of men. I have always preached to teens and young kids. (No, I am not an offender.) The youth is the future of this world so that is why I work with them more than adults.

But I thank all those who supported me on this matter. I feel with everyone’s help, we as a church family here at MCC can grow and make it through this time of trial.

– Rev. Joel Ryan Dudley
MDOC# 17574
17 Mallison Falls Rd
Windham, ME 04062

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