Day 63 - 8/24/21 - Tues.
- mainemoviepirate
- Oct 24
- 3 min read
Journal Entry:
“Up at about 6:15, because it took me a while to go to sleep. HLR drink/Meds. This Journal, then finished the Outer Justice: Not Whale Arc (Book 3 or 4), kind of, and now moving onto Walking Distance first draft. Still dampish outside, but blue skies ahead.
In legal news, Steve denied my phone call, or actually, he hung up, or it went to voicemail. But why? Next step: Snail Mail. I’ve got one question. One request. That shouldn’t be so hard. I don’t really understand, but I will. I’ll draft a letter to him. Not sure when I will send it. Maybe I’ll chalk this rejection up to an accidental hang up and give him a couple more shots to talk to me. Then the letter. A very concise one.
I skipped breakfast again.
LUNCH: Chicken Patty Sandwich, white rice, beans, Pineapple bread pudding. First time I remembered the hot sauce. (It technically is the only thing we are allowed to bring into the dining hall; most ignore that rule.)
While we were doing the plasticware, J.K. said, ‘The food is beginning to taste good here. That’s the first sign of being institutionalized.’ He said it as a joke, but we both didn’t laugh, because it’s the truth. Both Mom and T. sent email back. T.’s daughter is in Afghanistan. She is testing refugees for COVID. She told her mother that the refugees are stealing and raping, and that the Army gave them no weapons. That sounds bad. I wish I was home. Not that I could do anything for her daughter, but at least, I could be there for T., if she needed me. I quickly pushed that Old World thought away.
‘You’re in my Seat’: I think it was called The Boss, with Melissa McCarthy and Peter Dinklage—The Station Agent and Game of Thrones guy. It’s too bad I usually like both those actors, and it was a little funny, but mostly stupid. Didn’t watch anything else.”
Notes for Day 63 (Four Years Later)
A pretty short entry. The most important event was Steve’s rejection of my phone call. If he wasn’t representing me anymore, I would understand. He is a good lawyer and a busy guy. But he was supposed to be working on my appeal. This was the first time in the six years this case had been going on that I started to doubt my lawyer’s motivations for taking this case. All that time, he pushed me to fight this case; he fundamentally understood that I wanted to fight for the reasons of the Fair Use of Orphan Works. To be honest, he told me we would probably lose at trial, and the only chance we would have is on the next level: the Appeal or higher. That was constantly on my mind, and it was a gamble I was willing to take. I was fighting for something more important and bigger than my own freedom.
And now, with him refusing to talk to me about the most important part of this fight—the Appeal—yes, I was really starting to doubt his motivation. Now, four years later, his actions and attitude since, along with new evidence, have given me far more than a reasonable doubt.
