5/17/19 Shelton
I ate some Seroquel. Zyprexa walks by as I come back from the pill line. “Kraken!” he says to me.
I hissed at him.
“What the fuck was that?” says another guy. “You look like King Koopa” he says.
I had my hair in twists.
“From Mario Brothers. That’s a compliment.”
“Thank you” I say.
Possum Bones, Krenshaw, The Kraken, King Koopa, Sea Urchin. Got pending from my ECASAS today — I told them I have a diploma and gave them the correct school name this time.
My cellie leaves tonight. Zyprexa looked in my cell and said, “This is how a juggalo lives.”
“I’m not a juggalo!” I said.
Hopefully I’ll be up tomorrow to work out with my new workout partner, Chubbers. He’s a long-haired native. He asked me what I’m doing tomorrow. “Military press” I said.
“Me too. We’ll spot each other.”
“I’m Luke, or Possum. What’s your name?”
“Chubbers.”
“Chubbers? You said Chubbers?”
“Chubbers. My real name is Zero.”
BeRad got his chain bag, too. He’s going to Airway Heights. I gave him my name and DOC.
I think we need to determine, is it possible to be a juggalo without liking ICP? If so, I’m intrigued. JUGGALOS FOR LIFE (kidding). Somehow, there seems to be a similarity between juggalos and bronies. Like, juggalos are the closest thing in prison to bronies. I’ll have to talk to some juggalos and find out if any of them like My Little Pony. If so, I’m in.