Banned from food prep.
My cellie is off taking a shower and then he will be whipping up some microwave magic for dinner. I am banned from food prep. I have not cut my hair in over two years. It is eight inches long!
Well, my cellie has found hair in his food twice (he is shaved bald), so I just buy the food and he does all the cooking. But I will type some more specific food stuff as soon as I finish my legal stuff.
From the "It may not matter anyhow" department, my case manager informed me that the attempt to change my release location from North Carolina to my parent’s house was turned down. If I do not have to do the NY State time (yeah, the ice cube in Hell chance), I am subject to a term of three years supervised release. This is a way for the Feds to keep an eye on me and make sure I toe the legal line.
Well, they said that my parents were too old. They actually went to visit Mom and Dad and told them that by the time I got out of NY Prison, they would be over 90 years old. That really made my parents’ day.
How the hell am I going to be able to get back on my feet with no family, no friends, and no resources of any kind? I could push the issue, but the way to survive in the "prison industry" is to go along as much as possible.
Yeah, the system sucks.
I figure as an off chance I am free in November, I could get some sort of cheap apartment. 24-hour grocery stores could use me in night work. Who knows? Just some random thoughts.
Anyhow, this is the basis for a much longer discussion that is impossible to have here and not easy to do in fifteen minute phone calls.
It is just another one of the wonderful things about my current life that sucks.