[Transcribed from Kurt’s “Mail From Jail” letter, which can be found here. Be sure to visit Mail-to-Jail to write letters to Kurt in jail.]
Thur., Oct 22, 2009, A.D., Day 21
It is said in many circles that patterns in the human mind bear their first fruit after 21 days of enacting that same repetitive behavior. Well, today is that day and I must say the pattern of head and neck pain as a constant nag is nearing its end as far as my wits are concerned. The double-vision and the blurryness and the difficulty focusing have gotten old. All I wanted to do was get to my love and touch, hold and talk to the most previous gift I have on this planet (oh, it’s not my little buddy, Scamper, guys, cut it out (ha ha!)). The truth is only known currently by four people that day. Which version anyone cares enough to believe is theirs to choose. I know where my conscience lays. Can the others say the same to their “Gods?” That is for time to tell now isn’t it?
Tonight is Thursday and God willing and the small minded robots not minding (too much) I’ll have a visitation. That is the highlight of my currently very uneventful and uninteresting life in jail, for telling a megalomaniacal man in a dress that his “laws” mean nothing to me. Perhaps I ought to feel differently but right at this moment I’m about sick of it all as I have been from the moment they pull me over in the guise of keeping the world safe. Bullstuph! When did the “Live Free or Die” state become East Berlin? Never in my life have I experienced more out of control “government” than this, not even in Taxachusettes.
A few minutes ago I received a leter from my father with a stamped envelope in it. “Corrections” Officer McGlaughlin took the stamped envelope with the only thought surely in his head that I’m some violent murderer and must not be allowed to have such a weapon of mass destruction and told me, like I was a child, that he won’t “allow” me to have it. When I asked politely for a receipt, he declined. He claims that he will put it in with my personal property… I’m not sure where this is all going but in the tiny little world that it becomes, when the door slams behind you when you are kidnapped and shoved in here, those seemingly little things become huge. Enough whining. 🙂
Come to find out last night, regarding that hot water faucet that has been running full blast for so long, has been running for almost four months. Incredible? No, it’s just the competency level of the Cheshire County Dept. of “Corrections.” Hey, what do I expect? It’s government at the county level, you know I should just know better, not care about tax-payers wages forcefully stolen from them, shut up and leave will enough alone, right? Remember, the repair took almost 3 minutes and 10 seconds and that includes the phillips screwdriver turning once or twice. The budget only increases for 5 years on that now.
I’m still refusing pain medication, too, because they charge for it… if you catch my drift.
In liberty, with a smirk,
Kurt
P.S. Thank you for the continued mail everyone. It really helps spread the message in here.
