Day 75 - 9/5/21 - Sun
- mainemoviepirate
- Nov 18
- 3 min read
Journal Entry:
“Up at 6:19, after a decent night sleep. Dreamed, no recall. Yet... (Reserve Space, in case I do.)
H/L/R drink, meds, including my new technicolor dream one, which has been pooh-poohed by A.K., my neighbor in the next CubiCell. We’ll see, everyone is different. Came to another middle-of-the-night revelation: there are two reasons for them to do this now (the Debarment) instead of at my sentencing: A) They didn’t think it would fly with Woodcock. (Unlikely) B) They wanted to entrap me by getting me to commit a new offense in prison, so they could engage in a conversation about Johnny Pockets.* (which is more likely, because there’s no Steve or any lawyer here.) I’m voting for option B.
Day off from the kitchen, though I’ll still go help J.K., because he always helps me, even when he has his visits.
BRUNCH: Scrambled eggs, french toast, syrup, orange. I took ketchup packets this time. I’m learning. It was okay. Ate some, Orange in reserve.
A.K. and P.O. talked me into changing my Compassionate Release (CR), so I re-typed it. Then I started on Barbell and typed the first page of Walking Distance. What the hell. Something to do. I’m expecting—hoping—to hear from DHS on Tuesday. If not, I’ll send a snail mail by Wednesday requesting the same thing I did in my email. Just don’t go past 30 days.
SUPPER: Chicken chunks, roll, BBQ sauce, coleslaw. Ate most, put a little chicken in reserve. I'm going to try my cheese chicken wrap tonight, probably.
I’ve got to answer some cards and letters, and Mom’s/T.’s emails. Got Hammer’s number. I should put that in. I think it’s A. Teddy, Pinnie, and Ro-Ro I need to write to. Dad too, if I can get his address. Talked to N.L., a new camper from Bangor. He didn’t have Woodcock for a Judge, he said he was the worst. I’ll vouch for that.
Answered Mom and T.’s emails. Took a shower, made some cheesy chicken and rice; it was kind of gross, no more of that sh*t. I’m going to blow my prison diet. Still dragging through the Heavy Metal book. There were many chapters on Speed, Death, Thrash Metal bands in the 90s. I know little about those genres. I was all Ozzy, Crüe, G.N.R. back then.
C.C. gave us some survey questions? 1. Keys 2. What’s the furthest you've gone? 3. Have you ever been late? 4. Tracking device?
‘You’re in my Seat’ – Multiplicity. This movie came out when I was a big Michael Keaton fan. I skipped it then and several times over the years. I watched about an hour in the middle and will finish someday & review it. Not Keaton’s best work, in my opinion.”
Notes for Day 75 (Four Years Later)
It seems like there was a lot going on in this entry, but I’m struggling to find something to talk about. I think this was the first time I talked about P.O. He was a really smart guy who was in on some kind of fraud; I never really got the details because he was very standoffish, at least to me. He was rumored to be the number one non-attorney Jailhouse Lawyer, so I tried to engage with him several times. Eventually, he read over several of my motions and did help with things like trying to get the typewriters to work, but I always got the feeling he didn’t trust me. But it was totally understandable. His case started in Hawaii, and he ended up in a Prison Camp in Devens, Massachusetts. Imagine the “diesel therapy” he endured.
Which brings me to my case: I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I heard: “Copyright? They put people in prison for that? Come on! What are you really here for?”
It got so bad, I thought about making up some other charge I could tell people I was in for, just to give me more street cred. Copyright is such a p*ssy charge; the real charge sounds made up.
But I never did. I rode that Pirate Ship all the way, and as time went on, from the SHU to Camp to Brooklyn to RDAP, I became bolder and bolder with it. I wore my modern Piracy label like a badge of honor, and I still do. Not the crime, mind you, but my determination to fight it for a better Copyright Law.
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