I think it’s Tuesday. I don’t know anymore. The days have all bled together since last Thursday. Shawshank is still in the US. His birth certificate hasn’t been received by ICE. The detainee counselor explained “overnight” shipping is more of a guideline right now. He told the counselor there was a copy of his long-form…
“I just realized something yesterday,” he told me. “I’m probably going to be in here for my birthday.” Around this time last year, we had a very similar conversation. Yet another hearing had been postponed, this time rescheduled to a date shortly before his birthday. We had been laying in bed, I was the big…
Happy fucking Tuesday, everyone. Just one more day in our new normal, where the pandemic rages on and no one can figure out social distancing.