#3204H-001 Bunk 41
Kenosha County Jail
March 30, 2004:
Last night I got moved. Right after I wrote the last letter
I was given orders to pack my stuff and be ready. I gathered my wealth
together. It was a finger size of toothpaste, a tooth brush and a comb!
Just think that precious comb I will never be able to part with! At the
new location I even received a second comb. Now I can do both sides at
the same time!
Well, after I carried my riches and their bedding to a
destination down the hall, I got put back in my barracks for supper.
Finally this high risk criminal got led away in hand cuffs along with
seven other inmates. Just before the outside doors we got put in a holding
In the small room a question was asked to a seventeen year
old boy why he was here. He had broke into a house and stole one Tony's
pizza. There was a lot of laughter in that jail holding pen as we listened
to the whole story. So you people out there, DO NOT BUY TONY'S PIZZA!
You are provoking young teenagers to break into your house.
Then the adventurous excitement. Two by two we got taken
out of the pen into the hall. There we got shackled with handcuffs and
ankle cuffs with a chain joining both duffs. Then all eight got led into
a six bench Sheriff Security Bus with a steel gate locking us in from
the front of the bus where the driver and one sheriff sat. They can't
take any chances with any pizza stealers. It reminded me of "Conair."
We drove out to the big new Correctional Facility out
by the Kenosha airport. There we got our thrill by getting patted down
by a nice looking woman. It's been such a long time! In the downtown
jail all the clothing you got was just the plastic sandals and a top
and bottom pajama uniform. At this new place we got at lest three pair
of underwear and T-shirts! I felt like putting on all three pair to make
up for the four days I went without! You don't know what you have until
it is taken from you.
This is a large complex. It is like a huge school with
many large "classrooms," also with many lunchrooms. We walk single file
down the right side of the hallway to and from the lunchroom. In the
"classroom" we have about 55 inmates starting from pizza stealers all
the way to dope dealers. The bathrooms are open walled (walls on three
sides only - the 4th side open to the recreational and bunk area. So
if using the bathroom you start playing the trumpet everyone gets to
hear the music.
The showers are better then downtown. There the shower
curtains where barely or not even to your waste, while here they reach
all the way.
My greatest joy at this place is that I went from a top
bunk downtown to a bottom bunk here. It won't hurt so bad here if I was
told to head dive out of my bunk here. Another equal joy is that a uniformed
guard is always at a desk and control panel in the center of the room,
facing the bathroom area though, and sometimes they are women guards.
I will either have to concentrate real hard on timing or I will have
a total change in a standard of modesty thinking. But that is not the
joy that I meant when my mind went to this. Back to the joy of having
a guard in the room is the fact that when the lights get dimmed the talking
stops. It's bedtime! I appreciate that. Another thing the guards (men
& Women) are even friendlier then downtown. They laugh & talk with you.
They are very nice people and friends that are doing a job.
But now I'm think of the irony. Everyone else can correct
themselves here accept me. Pizza stealers quit stealing pizzas, especially
Tony's brand, dope dealers quit dealing, dope growers don't grow anymore,
drunkards quit drinking, dope users quit using, abusers quit abusing,
rioters quit rioting. Everyone can quit doing what it was that got them
here, except me. If I was told to pay 34% of my income to child support
of what Wisconsin demands, I would be in my glory. But forcing me to
pay 90% of my income is impossible, I made about $300 a week and to stay
even on the current and arrears I would have to pay at least $250 a week.
HOW? I make 75% of my income in the summer six months and extremely struggle
to make it through the winter. The child support framed to me is like
lifting a 300 pound rock. In just the right position and situation I
could hold it but for only a few seconds. In the summer months I might
be able to struggle with it, but impossible in the short winter hours.
Now if it is the truth that I am locked up for most of the summer then
this will be my home for the rest of my life. My muscles will deteriorate
in here and I will never be able to make it when I get out. It will be
on it's way into the winter again. If that is the case, I might as well
stay here with food & remnants (clothing) there with be content. Just
think I have housing, too! And I don't have to pay rent here!
I just came back from lunch. I am glad that I have a reputation
of opening my mouth, dump the plate full of food into it, shut and swallow
and call it eating. There were several at my table that didn't get enough
time but had to throw the rest of their food and line up again.
I find a lot of benefits being in jail. I like the food.
It is better then my cooking I don't have to cook. I don't have to do
laundry. I don't need to work in the rain the cold or the heat. I don't
have to worry where I'm getting my next meal from or how I am able to
buy it. It is free here and hot. I can sleep whenever I want to and Dad
you are right, they open the doors for you where out in the cruel world
you have to open the doors yourself. I don't have to buy clothes with
The Army is a whole lot worse. There I wouldn't know
when I would have to jump out of sleep, get dressed in a minute and start
running down the road in the dark. Nobody here ever gets told to lay
down and start rolling in the mud. I don't have to spit shine my boots
or sandals. Here nobody gets hit in the back of the head for no reason
at all, like the common practice in the Army. The weather conditions
that you deal with in the Army is foreign to jail inmates, we have warm
in the winter and cool air conditioned in the summer. I don't have to
dread the hot or cold days like in my trailer. Ironic that people enlist
in the Army willfully but not into jail! Strange.
If I could only get used to exposing my body to anybody
man, woman or crowd and don't care, I thin this would be the perfect
place. In a way I'm beginning to enjoy this easy life and dread going
back to fight for my own existence, plus outrageous child support. I
can't forget that, that comes first. If I eat or not doesn't matter.
At least I don't have to worry about that now. I like that.