It’s the day before thanksgiving, and I suppose that I should be thankful that I get out in two weeks, but instead I am feeling alone and hopeless. My only regular visitor, my only regular human contact, was my girl, but she kicked me to the curb a couple of months ago. Now I am looking at the three years of probation ahead of me, unable to treat my depression with the only treatment which works… medical marijuana… and unable to go to any of the Porcupine events or gatherings… as all of them serve alcohol… and with no idea how I can possibly meet another girl with the restrictions of probation, and frankly the future I see is one that I do not want.
After all the misery of Julie’s death and all the work that I have done to build myself a good life, with a group of friends, a wonderful girl, a business and my depression under control, the government has dropped it like “diablo ex machina” and returned me to a life that is not worth living. Thank you, State.
I really hope that someone out there will take the time to reach out to me. I need somebody to show me some love. I took the principled stand, and I am suffering. Please send me “Mail-to-Jail” or set up a [onsite] visit or an internet visit. Internet visits are only $5 during the holidays.
Rich Paul
UPDATE: 12/3 6pm – I mistakenly wrote $15 as the price of the remote visit, but I’m told it’s actually only $5. [Ian]
