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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.

Same Shit Dif' Day 3/24/19

Slept in ‘til I heard the sound of my lunch sack hit the concrete floor. Poked my head out. Stared at the ceiling, Mike comes to leave my apple by the door.

“Hey Mike, can you close the door?”

“sure”

Mike jerks the heavy metal sliding door closed. But I decide to get up anyway. Luckily, the maglocks didn’t touch. So I slide her open and grab my coffee, pencil case (a soap box), eraser, my cup. Javen, One Eye, and Wollah & Dibo are in the dayroom. Fair is awake in his room. Mike is back in his room.

Javen is annoying the other adults so I bring him into the other room and show him my latest pictures. He says “Oh yea” and starts moving his pelvis.

“You’re disgusting”, I say. “I’m putting these away.”

“Wait let me see the last one”

“No”

“You always just want to find some way to deny me. You wake up and you think ‘how can I deny Javen today’.

“I’m gonna smack you. You need to comport yourself with more dignity.”

“All you care about is your shekels,” says javen. Or something. No comment. Can’t a man exhibit his erotic art without people creaming their jeans on the spot?

I felt so…violated.

The old man goes to sleep. This is because last night I slipped some of Dibo’s Seroquel into his coffee so he’d go to sleep. he didn’t drink that coffee til today. Wasn’t my idea, but it was a great idea, I stand by it. He’s so annoying. And bigoted as hell against my beloved transsexuals

We’ve been doing this to him for a week now and he hasn’t caught on. If you dose my drink, I’ll know…but will I care? Yea, that old man pisses me off. I fantasize about sending his eyepatch on a ride to the sewer while he is in the shower.

Yea, last night, me and Fair teamed up, put Dibo and Wallah in the hurt locker: beat them 4 times in a row in spades. the first 3 wins were first hand sets…then I drew some pictures. My favorite, though, is the syringe close up, registering, what we call it. When you hit a vein and blood flows in, you’ve ‘registered’…looks like a geyser or a plume of red smoke. It’s pretty.

Elisa Carlson