I feel like I might’ve memorized the list of rules for visiting a relative at the local jail. I stared at the sign in the visitor waiting room for long enough today. No cell phones, no running, no loud noises. Don’t stand or jump on the tables. No jewelry, except wedding bands. Don’t play with…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…
Current status: No idea. Seriously. No fucking clue. I talked with him a couple of hours ago when he was between the initial ICE processing and where he’ll be held. “You should have just let me burn in jail the first time,” he told me. He says there will be a video conference with a…