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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

7/20/2018

In which I describe undesirable persons who come to The Good Ship Ten North Lower B

Starting with the most recent who I will call BC.  This stands for Black Crayon and BC is so named because one of the first things he did was to hand El Chapo (who, despite certain disagreements and both racism on my part, and on his own; he is by jail standards a gentleman).  El Chapo is dark skinned and did not find it funny.  So hhe had already alientated more than hslf the ship before I woke from my cabin which was next door to BC.  He got too close to my face, said he was tone deaf and called me Johnny Appleseed (I was eating an apple and gave me a rap about not pounding on his cell wall, which I hadn't done, but he must have thought the noise upstairs was me.

Pro tip:  White men - never call a black man racist.  It's not fair, but that's how it is.  Be an adult.

I'm sure he could tell I didn't like him already.  How do people so far north get away with this bullshit country accent?  He kept using the word "them" to describe melanin- rich individuals.  That night we made a hell of a racket to see if he might be annoyed enough to cave, he started praying for god to "deliver me from these blacks".  The next day he was gone, before I woke up. 

Don't get me wrong race has been rough and tumble for me here but even if I am racist (which I sometimes am, though I don't like to be) it's not the type where I actually think I'm superior or anything, just that sometimes I feel I might fit in better with people who (whether they are white or not) at least "act white".  Yes, I realize that is bullshit, but at times there's no way to avoid the feeling.  

Next is Mr. "Lucky I'm really strong-minded."  In short, this guy was either schizophrenic or failing hard (tweaking) and really, is there a difference?  Me and Snupi, J-Money and him played pinochle but he kept talking about how he was going through some kind of withdrawal and describing fear and loathing-esque hallucinations with the stipulation of "luckily I'm relaly strong-mninded" (he said this countless times) but "I have good hearing and I don't like to be mocked" - in reference to the delusion that black ship mates were aware of his prior sex change and were whipsering about him.  He was hearing things. He didn't last a week.  Luckily, he was really strong-minded.

And so we've come to "Where's My Boost".  WMB had a Texas accent (unlike BC, he actually was from Texas...I cant ell.  I've been everywhere) and synanthrotic paralysis of the face most likely induced from heavy use of speed.  He was here because he was running around the park naked because he was HAM (high as a mofo).  He wasn't so bad but he was a homophobe (not good in a WA penitentiary) and he had some beef with Dennis, who was a mice guy.  Mostly he stayed in his room.  But the funny part was if he didn't get his protein powder from the nurse ("I get a Boost!!!"...Boost was the brand), he would cuss the poor nurse out, and/or get after Dennis saying "Where's my Boost!" thinking Dennis stole it.  He even challenged Dennis to a fight.  "You're like 100 pounds get real" says Dennis.  "145" says WMB.  They didn't fight.  Then again, I believe WMB was a veteran (Viet Nam...) so maybe he would have won but I doubt it.

Elisa Carlson