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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.

You think you know a guy

After a certain individual left, I heard that he used to pee in his soap dish in the shower and throw it at other men. This was a person we all hung out with, who while he was an idiot, was more educated and literate than 60% of our population here in the SBU. This is a person I've played multiple games of MTG and Pathfinder with. After he left, the upstairs shower started to no longer smell like pee. This is the kind of shit I have to deal with. Today, I was forced to have a long drawn out conversation with a grown man about how I don't want to be his friend anymore. I simply began ignoring him in light of certain disgraceful events in which he did others dirty and made himself out to be an ass. I ignore this kind of thing based on context , for a while, but it had become a liability to associate with him, and furthermore, based in his actions, I realized I don't want anything to do with this person now. I gave him a lot of chances. Anyway, he basically made me speak to him about it. Can't he just accept when a person is done with him ? This is a man who by the way, apparently believes himself to be the messiah, or the Antichrist, or something. I managed to get away, and later, I'm on my way to make a phone call before 330 and hes like "Possum!" ... I'm trying to make it to the phone before count time. Is it important ? "So that's it then ? Its official? " He points to the line between us painted on the ground denoting the edge of the dayroom. " You're gonna stay on that side of the line ? " Oh my god, I said, and walked away. Frankly, I'm afraid hell try to enact some bogus revenge plan on me because I won't be his "friend" anymore . I told him of this , and I was not convinced when he said he'd never do that. This is not a kindergarten sandpit. This guys over 30 years old and can read. He should be able to handle his shit better.

Elisa Carlson