Comedy of Errors. OK, I just watched two hours of TV and I still feel like shit. I think you understand why after reading my latest letters: Mom and Dad incommunicado, my appeal lost.

Hey, Dad even screwed up mailing my letter to my friend and fellow inmate, Dave. If it wasn't so annoying it would be funny.

What happened was I sent a letter to my Dad to forward to Dave, because prisoners are not allowed to have direct contact with prisoners in other institutions.

Dad apparently got confused and mailed my letter to Dave back to me at the county jail, but since I had already moved, they returned it to him. So then he mailed it back to me here! So, a letter that should have already gotten to Dave in FCI Atlanta is now sitting in my cell in New York.

At this point, until I get a letter from Mom and Dad with their Georgia location, I cannot even send them letters. So, I am about as low as I can get. Saying that, just watch what tomorrow brings.

I will be buying regular writing paper when they let me shop. They have moved commissary day back one, so I will place my order Wednesday for delivery on Thursday. I am going to try and eat some protein, tuna or mackerel, and read till I sleep.

I know some of the Feds know where I am since probation in Raleigh has apparently violated me already. And unlike innocent till proven guilty, what they do is put you in jail, transport you to the judge, and then figure out what is wrong. Nice!

So basically the last seven days or so, everyone that can take a poke at me has! And I do mean everyone! OK, stand by I am sucking it up and remembering where I am!

At this point, I need to really fight to get out of here. I have zero direct access to law books, and am not sure if I can get anything typed once I find out where I should fight, and yet life goes on.

Your letters, now that I have read all of them, are still a bright spot. BTW, the zip code thing, as they say here, "My Bad." God, I hate to even write it as a joke.

As the Marx Brothers say, "We don’t need that clause; everyone knows there is no sanity clause!"  ¶ 11:39 AM