Letters From TyTy: Jail Observations Pt. 1

1. Cell mate is reading "Chicken Soup for the Prisoner's Soul." He's got 2 weeks in Huber Jail. Kill yourself - this isn't Auschwitz asshole, you'll be home eating steak by June.

2. The highlight of the day for me today was that I got to sit in a chair with a cushion. I got yelled at, but it was totally worth it.

3. I wonder how many of these guards got a degree at ITT Tech.

Tidal

In.

Out.

Crashing waves of emotion.

All colors.

I don't know the man I was.

I don't understand him.

I stood in it.

I let it happen.

Dragging me along the jagged rocks.

I loved it.

I hated it.

There will always be scars.

I am more.

I am healing.

Life.

Love.

Pain.

Hope.

Tidal.

Welcome to My Telephone Nightmare (Letters from TyTy Vol. 3)

(By the time I got this letter to post Tyler's phone situation was fixed...as everyone knows by now.)

There are pay phones on the units in Huber - they accept quarters, dimes and nickels. Also, calling cards and credit cards. Seems like an ok deal right? I thought so too.

We're both wrong. We're only allowed to have $15 on us in the unit. I would much prefer to use that money on vending than a pay phone. All of the numbers I call frequently are 1. cellphones & 2. long distance. So calling collect is an impossibility. Since they're all long distance it's $1 for ten minutes. That's assuming of course, that whomever I'm calling picks up. Often I'm screened and sent to voicemail, which rips my dollar. Even when I do hang up in time it only returns your money about half the time.