Well, it is 11:19 AM and here I am, no life, bored, and sitting in good old Education. I am skipping lunch today so that I can get something typed and out to you this week.
Last night, well actually late afternoon, during the great 4:00 PM stand-up count I figured out that I have 47 days left till my release, so I counted out 47 pills of my One-A-Day vitamins, and now when the bottle is empty I will be gone from this place where I have spent the last six years.
Think about it for a minute. For the last six years I have not been outside of a one-mile radius of this place. No outside trips to the hospital, no quick trips to the mall, no nothing. Six years in this little patch of God-forsaken West Virginia, which is all there is, has been, and will be for me for the next 47 days.
And then what?
Well, as I have mentioned before, I will be escorted from this gated community by some officers of the law, and after some car and plane travel, I will find myself back in New York State.
I will be handcuffed as I walk through the airport, but due to FAA regulations, I am not allowed to be handcuffed on the plane. This will be my first time on the plane since my last "trip" on my way back from my re-sentencing in North Carolina six years ago.
There is a slight possibility I could travel with one of those "private" transport services that take you in a van and drop you off in various county jails along the way. I seem to recall it was one of those exact vans that caught fire a few years back and ended up roasting a few prisoners. Probably you could find the story out there on the web. Search for "van inmates fire death" and I am sure it will pop up.
Here is hoping I will be personally escorted like last time.