One afternoon in January, when we were working on "winter cleaning" we heard a knock at the door. There was a small, thin, nondescript, nice looking girl at the door. Eye told Angel about it, and he said to let her in. Her name was Maureen. She told us that Marcel had sent her over, looking for me, telling her that Angel doesn't let him see me. He laughed and said it wasn't like that, he's more concerned with letting scum in the house than who sees me. She told us that he had her steal some Pantene from the store, to sell to some lady, but That wasn't working out. He told her that there was an alternative, come see me, "she always breaks off for me." This wasn't true, eye'd helped him on a whim a month or so before. The next time he came looking for me, eye had nothing to spare, and led him away from the house. Angel proposed that he could help her with a bag, if she would clean the house. She worked very hard, in between little smoking breaks and making small talk. She said she was a "dancer" (meaning stripper.) She seemed nice. He told her to come back the following day.
The next day, Eric, one of Angel's pill clients, came over to help clean. She also showed up. They spent quite a bit of time talking in the back room. Eric said he didn't trust her, never trust dancers, they're always about the money. Once again, Angel brought up the whole thing about Marcel and not wanting him to see me. "We haven't even been together in five years." News to me, boy. He felt the need to bring it up again at another point. She talked to us about wanting to get away from all these people, who were up in her apartment, relying on her every day, her "friends." She said she didn't want any friends, and was looking for something new. Her boyfriend was away in jail, possibly to be deported. He had previously "kept her" from people like this, but now without protection, everyone was out to get her. Angel proposed the possibility of moving in. He discussed it with me that night, asked if we can trust her. Eye said that she seemed fine to me. Why not . Maybe she could have a spot on the couch or we could rotate rooms.
She ended up coming over more and more. He offered her food. She scarfed it down like she had not eaten in a while. She probably hadn't. As her presence became more pronounced, eye noticed that she was getting more and more touchy feely with Angel. And why not? Apparently we broke up five years ago. It irritated me to no end, snuggling, laying on each other, hearing little smooches, her starting to stay nights in his room. Now, why doesn't she move in to the back room with him? Excuse me?
She disappeared He was unable to reach her by phone. He was mostly worried, and partially suspicious. She ended up calling him back after being gone for a week, with some bullshit story about this and that, and now she'd just gotten ripped off across town. Can she come by? Yeah, but he wants to talk to her. He told me it sounded like a bunch of crap. Of course. But by the time she was here, he had softened to her, was all sweet and nice, told me to grab stuff at the store so he could talk to her. When eye came back, everything seemed great between them. He told me that the way she told the story to him, it sounded legitimate. Whatever dude. She's using you, enjoy that. But oh no, he didn't think so.
He told me that no one had cared for him in a long time, and he "needs this." So, eye've just been putting up with your crap all for fun, apparently. Eye don't give a shit, that's why eye spend so much time on doing stuff for you. Nice. Eye guess he liked the fake attention, the pretending to be interested in things, the overly affectionate bullshit, the "baby, baby, baby" crap.
Eventually, he noticed how upset eye was regarding her. He asked me why, and he didn't understand. Eye told him eye'd rather they just fuck then get all googly over each other.
She'd stay a couple days, she'd disappear a week. He would hate her more as time progressed, then as soon as she was back, he seemed head over heels all over again.
After a few disappearances, he wanted me to go seek her out in her apartments. Eye pretended to go, on a day eye went and got a haircut, clothes, etc instead. The next night, he went down to search for himself, the way he should. How offensive to ask me to go seek out a girl he's enamored with, and who at the same time is using him for drugs? No fucking way. He found out that the apartment he'd walked her to but she hadn't allowed him unto - was trashed and she'd actually been evicted from. She'd been fired for theft. She was basically bouncing apartment to apartment between guys. There were a few apartments she wasn't allowed into.
So he came back and told me about all of it. He was furious. But then she came back. He's forgive her if she just admitted she'd lied and stopped. She tried to explain away all the shit. It seemed to work. He told me, so many times, that she was a girl in trouble, a girl who could be stable if she was just in the right environment. Eye told him that she didn't want to change, and it wasn't just the people she was around. We had another discussion about "jealousy." He understood better and appreciated it when he knew that her treatment of him was a big factor in m'eye distaste. The conversation lead to an official breakup. He'd said well took you long enough to notice. Oh balls in your face, he's brought up things back and forth for years, but then he changes his mind, things he says, ways he acts, things that people don't do if they are not together. He would still do and say things he shouldn't after the conversation, but it toned way down.
She kept doing this back and forth shit. She started getting way obvious. One night, on of her men came to get her. He'd called a few hours prior, she told him that she needed some drugs and to take a shower before coming back. The phone call had woken her up from a nod. After the call, she smoked more, and then fell into her usual stance - head flat in lap, like she was trying to eat herself out. Eye started calling this move her "butt exercises." Angel got a kick out of it. Anyway, after the few hours had passed, he called again. She was asleep in the back bedroom. Then she started screaming at him, because he was already here. She went out front and yelled and cried and begged him to give her some money for the drugs that she "still hasn't done yet." When that didn't work, she went in the back and tried the same game with Angel. He wasn't having it, and she stormed off.
In subsequent visits, he would pull me aside to complain about her. But that didn't make him act any different TOWARD her. She still ate more than we could provide. She'd still tell him that the drugs he gave her "wasn't enough" and sometimes, he'd come ask to borrow off of me for her sake. Also, he wanted me to "act nice toward her." Guess she finally figured out eye didn't like her, and eye guess it bothers most people when they are not liked. She still pitched fits and disappeared. But oh - HE had the upper hand now! he'd come up with a debt she owed him, and she was always "about to pay him back." he was always "about to start getting stuff of of her." Eye didn't understand his delusion.
One day, when he was away at a doctor's appointment, eye had to stay alone in the house with her. She told me about how she's so happy we've been so cool to her, she's about to start working again, and then, "I'll be buying drugs for you guys." Nice to hear, but it doesn't make it true. Twenty dollars went missing out of m'eye wallet that day. But, oh, it wasn't her. "Search me," as she was pulling out her own pockets, etc. Mmmhmm.
Eye guess he allowed himself to buy into the crap about her going back to work. She'd talk about going, but when it came time, she was nodded out. Finally, she'd get up to take a shower. However, she needed a smoke before going in, a smoke as she got ready for the shower, a smoke right before getting in ,a smoke after, a smoke while she got dressed. And of course, she'd nod out plenty. By the time she was done, it was too late to go.
One afternoon, she came into the living room to make a phone call. She was begging one of her hangers-on for drugs, seeing if he had any. When that conversation went nowhere, she went back to Angel to complain about the guy. When he told her his opinion, she said that, "I never asked for your two cents." She asked for drugs, when could she get some drugs. He asked when is she giving him money, when is she paying him back. When is he going to get laid, why should he put out for getting nothing back? They argued back and forth, she used words like "delusional" etc. While true, it wasn't the case in reference to what she was saying. She was referring to them fucking, something about "I never said I wanted to fuck you." Well, it isn't like it never happened, eye've seen proof of such on video (tasteful, eh?) Eye listened to their argument, occasionally piping in, and eventually moving to the hallway to watch them argue. Next, they started fighting over her suitcase, he said that he was keeping it for collateral They went back and forth, pulling on it, until she lunged at him. He grabbed her and threw her on the bed, with his hand back. Eye wanted to hit her, to prevent him from doing so (not that eye hadn't wanted to clock her for a long time.) He let her up. Then they started struggling over the suitcase again. She said that she'd have "all these mother fuckers up here after you if you don't give it back." He said, "And I have a bullet for every single one of them, with a couple left over for you." She eventually grabbed it with such a force that she and the suitcase fell to the ground, right at my feet. He said, "Now! Do it do it do it!" Eye punched her in the face three times.
She sat there for a second, the got up and ran out of the house, with a phone in her hand. Angel said she had my phone, tried to chase her down, but she got out of the yard. Eye yelled back at him, "it's YOUR phone!" She screamed down the street, "HELP ME!" into the phone at Ramon, one of the hangers-on with whom she had spoken earlier. She then called the police. Ramon came and sat with her and waited. Eye went up to her, "Phone please." She said, "Suitcase, please." Eye rolled m'eye eyes and went back inside.
Angel had me throw most of her stuff outside, and hid her suitcase in our neighbor's shed. The police came, talked to both sides. Angel came across like he had been victimized by one of the local drug addict girls, the cops said, "You can't let someone you don't know into your house like that." They asked if anything else of hers was here, eye brought out her purse from the bathroom, which had paraphernalia in it. Angel asked to look through to see if she'd stolen anything. He raised his eyebrows after looking in an Altoids container, and set it aside. They asked if it had Altoids, he said no. After that, they brought back the purse to her, but didn't give her any shit over the foil etc. She wouldn't let up about the suitcase, so they kept pushing about it. Eventually, they brought up that eye had a hitchhiking warrant (really panhandling from a couple of summers ago, but they come up under the same charge.) After m'eye eyes went big, the looked around outside and questioned the neighbor, who admitted where it was. The police came back with a lecture, and everyone left.
After she left, he told me that when he had her on the bed, he had whispered some graphically violent shit to her. He also said that he hadn't had time to tell me and so briefly forgot, that when she ran from the house, she had a ark stain in her jeans. Eye don't know if it was his threat, rough treatment, or getting punched that did it to her.
Since all that ended, the entire two months or so fiasco, we have gotten along better. We have not directly heard from Maureen, but we have gotten strange phone calls of background noises, and food deliveries we did not order. Eye've seen her in passing the corner convenience store a couple of times, and it just makes me smirk. We have also had one of her friends call looking for drugs. Her friend, however, is a tweeker. So Angel won't do it, knowing it's really for Maureen, and he hopes that she is suffering.
For a while, he was going really crazy with it all, wanting to throw bricks through windows of apartments where she stays, wanted to set a car on fire - the car of a homeless crackhead who sometimes drives her places. He kept talking about it, trying to get some of the drivers to do it with him. They kept putting it off, which is good, because why get a sentence over the dumb bitch? It's bad enough she went through all the money he'd gotten for Christmas, and he's been behind ever since - behind enough to sometimes drain on me even more... Eye don't like that effects of her have lingered. Eye went broke as well, all the nights she was here, eye felt the need to be obliterated. Every mention of her, eye felt compelled to go shoot up. Once again in this position, but for reasons eye never fathomed. He got laid a couple of times by some girls, got over it. Hopefully, this experience sticks in his mind, any time that he feels that some plain looking girl is pretty, that she's worth helping, that sudden affection and sucking up from a random young girl is something real, and instead take it for what it really is. And if somehow it happens again, hopefully eye will walk out the door.
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Smuggling
October 2006, eye lost a job from the resulting depression of losing m'eye cat. In November, eye still hadn't found work, and needed to come up with money for upcoming bills and rent. Eye decided to take an opportunity from our native neighbors. After all, Marty had done it before, successfully. Well, the first time. His second time, he was caught, but released, he received no charges, and our trip to Las Vegas for his birthday was merely postponed.
The opportunity was to pick up "workers." It involves what can be a bit of a drive, but it works. The neighbors basically needed a car and a driver. That meant me. Eye was to drive any one of the neighbors (in our case, it was the main female of the house who took care of everyone) and they told me where to go. Eye ended up at a house very close to the border, where eye was to pick up any number of illegal immigrants, depending on how many are available, how many could fit, and how many were wanted. They are told to get in the car, and one may or may not hide them. (Eye did.) One of the people at the house gives the driver a phone number and a city. Upon arriving in the city, the phone number is called, the person who answers says where to meet them. The meet up involves an exchange, the people go from one car to the other. The person who picks them up pays $600-$1200 per person, which is to be split with the neighbor.
Marty went twice because he got greedy. He partied a lot with his money and wanted more money to play with for his birthday. Eye went a second time because the first time didn't result in enough money for bills, and as the end of the month grew near, eye still had no job. It was right after Thanksgiving. We drove down. This time at the house, there were not people there who were listening to the police scanner to tell us when to leave, like there was the time before. Also, upon leaving, eye saw LOTS of Border Patrol cars. Sure enough, they pulled us over. Eye stuck to the story of thinking they were hitchhiking, but hid them because eye knew where we were, that even picking them up could get us in trouble. However, m'eye neighbor decided to break and even start leading them back to the house, but for some reason we didn't end up there (eye was in the back of the vehicle, she was in the front, so not quite sure what happened, but that's what it seems like.)
At the Border Patrol Station, they tried to trip us up and turn us against each other. She was locked in a room, eye was out in the open answering questions. Apparently, the car had been seen before, and eye fit the profile of someone smuggling, it was a pretty big car (boyfriend's at the time, not own car - which he'd also taken down with one of the neighbor's, but there was no one to pick up at the time,) etc. They informed me that one of the people eye'd been transporting was a convicted felon, so eye could get a felony charge. They also asked if eye had any prior arrests. Yes, a DUI and a driving on a suspended license. They looked it up. The officer said, "DUI Drug Metabolite? How much Metabolite did you take?" Idiot. They also wanted to know about drug history, they seemed particularly convinced that eye was on methamphetamine. Ridiculous. At the time, the only drugs eye used were hallucinogens and dissociatives, and eye hadn't done any of those since two months prior. Eye consented to a drug test. They didn't give me one. They asked a bunch of nosy "personal history" questions. After that, eye was taken from holding facility to holding facility all night, and then to court, where she was sentenced to four months, and eye was sentenced to two, but allowed to be released (to m'eye mother's house!) until the semester was over. It was a "petty charge," they said. And who was sent to pick me up? Mom, incredibly pissed, eye am sure, as she is VERY against illegal immigrants.
Eye had to do weekly drug tests. Once, eye went there pretty damn high on DXM and shaking, but that doesn't come out as anything. Another time, eye'd taken a diet pill the week before and ALMOST got in trouble for amphetamines (which the pills are not), but eye showed her the prescription, and then the test cleared. She said she thought eye needed help if eye was already thin but trying to lose weight, especially if eye was not going to be seeing people for a couple of months.
Eye went to "self-surrender" the day after Christmas, after a night of DXM and alcohol, and even "pre-dosed" with DXM before going in there. So, the intake process was pretty amusing. They asked if eye were on drugs. "Nope!" (after all, it couldn't be proven.) But eye was extremely wobbly, and the other girls watching me close m'eye eyes, and the way m'eye eyes were likely wiggling when they were open, they thought eye was coming down off methamphetamine. Eye was then taken to a "corporate prison" where the people go while they are either still in court proceedings, or waiting to be transferred to their final facility. Eye was given a tuberculosis test and a psychological test, and all these stupid tests. Their picture of me looks ridiculous because of just how intoxicated eye was at the time. They also attempted to transfer me to m'eye final facility the second day eye was there. Eye was taken way out to an airport by bus, and then taken back and re-booked because the TB test hadn't cleared yet.
In this place, there are federal inmates, and people who are in the process of being deported. Eye was at first placed in the housing unit where lots of illegal people were, and made friends with a lot of them. The second area eye went in was solely for federal inmates. M'eye co defendant was in there. She'd converted to Christianity. Eye made friends with her native friends, and an old lady who was in there because she'd allowed some people to use her farmhouse to store smuggled drugs for a couple of days.
Prison itself, it wasn't too bad. It certainly wasn't as bad as *one particularly infamous jail eye have been in. Eye spent time reading books, and making written suggestions about how to improve the prison, which eye'm sure annoyed the hell out of the people who read them, but it entertained me. Eye worked out when eye could. What WAS bad is that eye had no control over what was occurring at the house. A different girl moved in, eye requested m'eye brother cover m'eye part of bills til eye got out (but eye didn't find out he couldn't til eye was there a couple of weeks.) Well, the girl and Marty both lost their jobs and got this "fuck all" attitude, and then the electricity went off. They both thought it would be cool to play gutter-punk, and so became homeless on purpose, rather than going back to their parents. So, eye didn't know if while eye was locked up, the house would be lost, and eye'd be stuck coming out and living at m'eye mother's, which to me was a horrible fate, especially because m'eye car broke down about a week before eye went to prison. She is very intrusive, and we don't live together very well.
A few weeks before eye was to be released, eye was transferred to the actual federal facility. It was a women's Federal Correction Institute, minumum security. That place was nice! They had a better selection of books, a laundry facility where you could drop off your stuff any day, real soap and toiletries, good phone access, REAL fresh vegetables, you had a job 6 days a week, and got to be outside anywhere between 5:30am and 9:30pm. They also offered online school courses to people who had to be in there a while. The older lady eye'd made friends with also ended up going there with me, but was housed in a different area. The things that weren't as pleasant about it were that eye was on a cot in the hallway by the stairs (although it was fun to climb up the railing, then slip through the rails into bed) and that eye couldn't order commissary (an issue from the previous prison that was supposed to be fixed but had still been neglected - since eye had THREE booking numbers at that place, from initial arrest, being booked, then being booked again - m'eye $68 was on the second booking number, still. That place still has m'eye money.) But eye got to work out all of the time, and got to lose a few pounds eye'd gained from having to convert from vegetables to starches at the first facility, plus not being able to be that active.
After being released, eye went back to mom's house, and that night taken to m'eye house, from which eye had NOT been evicted, by Anthony, whom eye wasn't sure was going to be m'eye boyfriend or not after release, and Marty. However, eye discovered a few things. First, squatters had been inhabiting the house. It was trashed, and the washer and dryer had been stolen. Secondly, Marty had LEFT his cat there. (M'eye cats were at mom's ever since having to live with her before m'eye sentence began.) Eye picked about five outfits out, and vowed to return to clean the house and get more belongings later. Eye also picked up Marty's cat and put her in a cage, eye was going to get her somewhere better until eye could get work and get the house back. On the way back to Anthony's house, something happened to him (drugs?seizure?) He suddenly veered across the road and proceeded to crash through about seven fences, some steel bar, some other types. Finally, his car stopped on a chain link fence, about 15 feet from crashing into someone's house. They were illegal, so they didn't call the police. (excellent, because he'd given me a "return" present of LSD, which eye was going to be keeping tucked away for the next month and a half, which eye did.) He told us that what had happened is that suddenly he couldn't see. After getting back to his house, he went to lay down, and Marty told me all about how he'd basically gone to shit after eye'd been away - he lost his job, he let a bunch of raver kids stay at his house to the point it was packed - including underage kids - when he was almost 40 (quite a bit older than eye was, but certainly nothing compared to lots of the people he was surrounding himself with), contracted an STD, got the cops called on him, his house was being watched, his kids were taken away, and though had done or people had been doing stuff like heroin/meth/crack (crack used to be his "problem drug" many years back), what he'd actually gone overboard on with was basically just constant ketamine. And apparently was very whiny/obsessive about me when eye was gone. Basically, he was attracting cops. And eye'd just gotten out of prison. So eye decided to distance myself from him. And that's probably good, because a little down the line, he was busted in an ecstasy sting. And not long after serving his sentence and getting out on parole or probation, he was arrested driving down the wrong wide of the road with an underage girl, high on K with drugs in his car. And so back he went!
Well, back to the house story, and all that. About a week after getting back, eye still hadn't called the landlord because eye didn't have the money together and wasn't sure how eye was going to get it. It would START with a tax refund, but eye didn't know where to go from there. So, he called someone to clean out the house. Every single one of m'eye belongings, other than some pictures, a few odds and ends, and five outfits, were now gone. Eye had to start from scratch. Eye was working again two weeks after getting out, and stayed with a couple of friends who were closer to work than m'eye mom's house. After the tax refund and some loans, eye got the house back. It started as an empty house with three cats, me sleeping on the ground, and slowly became a regular house, but with a revolving cast of mostly irresponsible roommates.
Prison didn't make me any different at all. But eye learned that out of criminal activities, obviously smuggling people is not the path for me, if eye got caught so fast like that.
The opportunity was to pick up "workers." It involves what can be a bit of a drive, but it works. The neighbors basically needed a car and a driver. That meant me. Eye was to drive any one of the neighbors (in our case, it was the main female of the house who took care of everyone) and they told me where to go. Eye ended up at a house very close to the border, where eye was to pick up any number of illegal immigrants, depending on how many are available, how many could fit, and how many were wanted. They are told to get in the car, and one may or may not hide them. (Eye did.) One of the people at the house gives the driver a phone number and a city. Upon arriving in the city, the phone number is called, the person who answers says where to meet them. The meet up involves an exchange, the people go from one car to the other. The person who picks them up pays $600-$1200 per person, which is to be split with the neighbor.
Marty went twice because he got greedy. He partied a lot with his money and wanted more money to play with for his birthday. Eye went a second time because the first time didn't result in enough money for bills, and as the end of the month grew near, eye still had no job. It was right after Thanksgiving. We drove down. This time at the house, there were not people there who were listening to the police scanner to tell us when to leave, like there was the time before. Also, upon leaving, eye saw LOTS of Border Patrol cars. Sure enough, they pulled us over. Eye stuck to the story of thinking they were hitchhiking, but hid them because eye knew where we were, that even picking them up could get us in trouble. However, m'eye neighbor decided to break and even start leading them back to the house, but for some reason we didn't end up there (eye was in the back of the vehicle, she was in the front, so not quite sure what happened, but that's what it seems like.)
At the Border Patrol Station, they tried to trip us up and turn us against each other. She was locked in a room, eye was out in the open answering questions. Apparently, the car had been seen before, and eye fit the profile of someone smuggling, it was a pretty big car (boyfriend's at the time, not own car - which he'd also taken down with one of the neighbor's, but there was no one to pick up at the time,) etc. They informed me that one of the people eye'd been transporting was a convicted felon, so eye could get a felony charge. They also asked if eye had any prior arrests. Yes, a DUI and a driving on a suspended license. They looked it up. The officer said, "DUI Drug Metabolite? How much Metabolite did you take?" Idiot. They also wanted to know about drug history, they seemed particularly convinced that eye was on methamphetamine. Ridiculous. At the time, the only drugs eye used were hallucinogens and dissociatives, and eye hadn't done any of those since two months prior. Eye consented to a drug test. They didn't give me one. They asked a bunch of nosy "personal history" questions. After that, eye was taken from holding facility to holding facility all night, and then to court, where she was sentenced to four months, and eye was sentenced to two, but allowed to be released (to m'eye mother's house!) until the semester was over. It was a "petty charge," they said. And who was sent to pick me up? Mom, incredibly pissed, eye am sure, as she is VERY against illegal immigrants.
Eye had to do weekly drug tests. Once, eye went there pretty damn high on DXM and shaking, but that doesn't come out as anything. Another time, eye'd taken a diet pill the week before and ALMOST got in trouble for amphetamines (which the pills are not), but eye showed her the prescription, and then the test cleared. She said she thought eye needed help if eye was already thin but trying to lose weight, especially if eye was not going to be seeing people for a couple of months.
Eye went to "self-surrender" the day after Christmas, after a night of DXM and alcohol, and even "pre-dosed" with DXM before going in there. So, the intake process was pretty amusing. They asked if eye were on drugs. "Nope!" (after all, it couldn't be proven.) But eye was extremely wobbly, and the other girls watching me close m'eye eyes, and the way m'eye eyes were likely wiggling when they were open, they thought eye was coming down off methamphetamine. Eye was then taken to a "corporate prison" where the people go while they are either still in court proceedings, or waiting to be transferred to their final facility. Eye was given a tuberculosis test and a psychological test, and all these stupid tests. Their picture of me looks ridiculous because of just how intoxicated eye was at the time. They also attempted to transfer me to m'eye final facility the second day eye was there. Eye was taken way out to an airport by bus, and then taken back and re-booked because the TB test hadn't cleared yet.
In this place, there are federal inmates, and people who are in the process of being deported. Eye was at first placed in the housing unit where lots of illegal people were, and made friends with a lot of them. The second area eye went in was solely for federal inmates. M'eye co defendant was in there. She'd converted to Christianity. Eye made friends with her native friends, and an old lady who was in there because she'd allowed some people to use her farmhouse to store smuggled drugs for a couple of days.
Prison itself, it wasn't too bad. It certainly wasn't as bad as *one particularly infamous jail eye have been in. Eye spent time reading books, and making written suggestions about how to improve the prison, which eye'm sure annoyed the hell out of the people who read them, but it entertained me. Eye worked out when eye could. What WAS bad is that eye had no control over what was occurring at the house. A different girl moved in, eye requested m'eye brother cover m'eye part of bills til eye got out (but eye didn't find out he couldn't til eye was there a couple of weeks.) Well, the girl and Marty both lost their jobs and got this "fuck all" attitude, and then the electricity went off. They both thought it would be cool to play gutter-punk, and so became homeless on purpose, rather than going back to their parents. So, eye didn't know if while eye was locked up, the house would be lost, and eye'd be stuck coming out and living at m'eye mother's, which to me was a horrible fate, especially because m'eye car broke down about a week before eye went to prison. She is very intrusive, and we don't live together very well.
A few weeks before eye was to be released, eye was transferred to the actual federal facility. It was a women's Federal Correction Institute, minumum security. That place was nice! They had a better selection of books, a laundry facility where you could drop off your stuff any day, real soap and toiletries, good phone access, REAL fresh vegetables, you had a job 6 days a week, and got to be outside anywhere between 5:30am and 9:30pm. They also offered online school courses to people who had to be in there a while. The older lady eye'd made friends with also ended up going there with me, but was housed in a different area. The things that weren't as pleasant about it were that eye was on a cot in the hallway by the stairs (although it was fun to climb up the railing, then slip through the rails into bed) and that eye couldn't order commissary (an issue from the previous prison that was supposed to be fixed but had still been neglected - since eye had THREE booking numbers at that place, from initial arrest, being booked, then being booked again - m'eye $68 was on the second booking number, still. That place still has m'eye money.) But eye got to work out all of the time, and got to lose a few pounds eye'd gained from having to convert from vegetables to starches at the first facility, plus not being able to be that active.
After being released, eye went back to mom's house, and that night taken to m'eye house, from which eye had NOT been evicted, by Anthony, whom eye wasn't sure was going to be m'eye boyfriend or not after release, and Marty. However, eye discovered a few things. First, squatters had been inhabiting the house. It was trashed, and the washer and dryer had been stolen. Secondly, Marty had LEFT his cat there. (M'eye cats were at mom's ever since having to live with her before m'eye sentence began.) Eye picked about five outfits out, and vowed to return to clean the house and get more belongings later. Eye also picked up Marty's cat and put her in a cage, eye was going to get her somewhere better until eye could get work and get the house back. On the way back to Anthony's house, something happened to him (drugs?seizure?) He suddenly veered across the road and proceeded to crash through about seven fences, some steel bar, some other types. Finally, his car stopped on a chain link fence, about 15 feet from crashing into someone's house. They were illegal, so they didn't call the police. (excellent, because he'd given me a "return" present of LSD, which eye was going to be keeping tucked away for the next month and a half, which eye did.) He told us that what had happened is that suddenly he couldn't see. After getting back to his house, he went to lay down, and Marty told me all about how he'd basically gone to shit after eye'd been away - he lost his job, he let a bunch of raver kids stay at his house to the point it was packed - including underage kids - when he was almost 40 (quite a bit older than eye was, but certainly nothing compared to lots of the people he was surrounding himself with), contracted an STD, got the cops called on him, his house was being watched, his kids were taken away, and though had done or people had been doing stuff like heroin/meth/crack (crack used to be his "problem drug" many years back), what he'd actually gone overboard on with was basically just constant ketamine. And apparently was very whiny/obsessive about me when eye was gone. Basically, he was attracting cops. And eye'd just gotten out of prison. So eye decided to distance myself from him. And that's probably good, because a little down the line, he was busted in an ecstasy sting. And not long after serving his sentence and getting out on parole or probation, he was arrested driving down the wrong wide of the road with an underage girl, high on K with drugs in his car. And so back he went!
Well, back to the house story, and all that. About a week after getting back, eye still hadn't called the landlord because eye didn't have the money together and wasn't sure how eye was going to get it. It would START with a tax refund, but eye didn't know where to go from there. So, he called someone to clean out the house. Every single one of m'eye belongings, other than some pictures, a few odds and ends, and five outfits, were now gone. Eye had to start from scratch. Eye was working again two weeks after getting out, and stayed with a couple of friends who were closer to work than m'eye mom's house. After the tax refund and some loans, eye got the house back. It started as an empty house with three cats, me sleeping on the ground, and slowly became a regular house, but with a revolving cast of mostly irresponsible roommates.
Prison didn't make me any different at all. But eye learned that out of criminal activities, obviously smuggling people is not the path for me, if eye got caught so fast like that.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
J - Walking
One day last week as eye was crossing the street to the coffee shop, eye carefully looked both ways. Eye was looking for the best time to cross in order to avoid cars on the way to the median, and then to the other side of the street. However, eye was definitely more concerned with police. Eye MIGHT have a warrant out for a ticket, unpaid as of yet. If eye was on the median and saw a police car, eye would definitely cross quickly, or if they were close, maybe even go the other direction, even if it were out into traffic! Eye would MUCH rather be hit by a car than arrested. After all, hospital would lead to pain medication, jail would lead to withdrawal. Goodness, where our priorities lie!
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