once again, worry sets in

2 weeks ago i spoke to mike. i'm always amazed at the amount of laughter that comes out of his phone calls. in spite of his situation, he still has his incredible sense of humor. i can probably give him credit for 70% of the laughing i've ever done in my life. danger to society, my ass.

i haven't heard from him since. he told me he would call again in one week and he always calls when he says he will, unless something's wrong. i've sent him 3 letters since the last call. still nothing.

last time this happened he was in the hole for some bullshit reason that i knew wasn't true before he told me it wasn't. being in possession of a tattoo gun (they found it in the bedpost of his cell during a shakedown - a few days after he'd moved into the cell). he doesn't have any tattoos, nor is he at all interested in them. why would he have a tattoo gun?

he got out of the hole and almost right away got sucker punched in the yard and it broke his cheekbone and they sent him back to the hole.

so i'm worried theyve got him on some other bullshit infraction and it's going to affect his ability to get out earlier. or worse. there are so many fucking things that can go wrong in prison.

i think it's fucking revolting that prisons don't keep families and loved ones and freinds of inmates properly up to date on how they're doing. we just stop hearing from him and we have to wonder and worry.

it's like our own punishment for knowing him... if only they knew how fucking worth it he is.

Currently listening: Take Them On, On Your Own By Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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