Oh, so... you don't like jail?

You say:

I can't wait to get out of here.

I can't sleep with the lights on.

The C.O.s don't care about me.

How am I suppose to eat this food?

They won't give me my meds.

I was supposed to be out on work search last week.

Everyone is always talking about me.  People can't mind their own business.

I need to get out of here.

The bed is hard.

The pillow isn't even a real pillow.

The water is hard.

I can't see out the windows.

There's no shampoo.

Why won't anyone listen to me?

I think:

Shut your mouth.  Whomever pities you in real life isn't here right now... thank God.  We're in jail.  If at some point after 90 min of talking you realize the only one still listening or returning the idiotic volleys that tumble out of your mouth is the homeless guy... nobody gives a shit about your troubles.  I was here when you got here and I'll be here when you leave... believe me, both of us are excited for that day to come.

Complaining about being in jail to other people in jail is so brain scramblingly annoying I can't even be upset about it.  All I can say in response is, "yeah, jail sucks."

And, it does... but the company is BY FAR the worst part. 

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.