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This is the year 2024, my third year of hell and of the long night. And as an alternative to being indicted and forcibly arrested, on June 28, 2022 I self-surrendered in Minneapolis Federal Court and was placed in Sherburne County Jail for 16 months before any movement. On October 13, 2023 or Friday 13th, I finally left for prison. I cannot make it home without first working through the prison system. I did not go to low-security FCI Sandstone like I should have, like Tony Lazzaro did. But...
Now that I have been in prison for two months and incarcerated for 19 months, I ask myself: What will I become? Will I be a grinch? Or will I be a saint? If I become a grinch, have I truly became a monster? If I become a saint, do I get to spin for a prize? By new year 2024, I will know and I will tell you.
Hello! Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful to have finally left Sherburne County Jail for the BOP, even if my first facility was not the one I wanted to go to. I am also grateful to still be alive. Finally, I am grateful for whatever support and encouragement I receive from those who love me or care about me. I thank you for reading.
I would be creating more content to publish here (and faster) if I wasn't stuck in solitary confinement due to a combination of: Stupid jokes, banning me from the good housing unit, A pointless no-contact between a fake gangster and I, blocking me from the county housing unit, and The overwhelmed and overstuffed Federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP) being utterly and completely full at the low-security facility that I am almost certainly designated to go to. I need something to change soon. I...
Let me to read a letter I recently received. Dear Dr. Anderson, I do not not respect you, but I do not hate you. I think 20 years in prison might be a good thing for you. Sincerely, a concerned Vod Mesa. Vod Mesa, if you - due to your exposure to hazardous materials - have become brainwashed or have had your perception of events distorted beyond all hope, then what a shame. As a firsthand eyewitness of the events leading up to the incident, you should know better. You go from saying that...
13 months of county jail. I'm really sick of it. Can't go outside, can't really educate myself, nothing to do, hardly anyone to see who I would associate with - all of my jail friends have moved on to prison or are in the housing unit I'm once again banned from, for my incessant joking. I want to leave jail. To achieve freedom, prison is the next stepping stone. In short order, I want to get off Mr. Bones' wild ride.
I have spent 10 months at the Sherburne County Jail since the day I self-surrendered by agreement and lost my freedom. Yet, my identity has been 100-fold more conceived from just two months of United States Air Force basic training which I graduated from than this first year in Federal purgatory. I have vowed NOT to absorb any bad habits or criminal mentality during my incarceration. Pain and trauma bounce off me like a ping pong ball. THAT circuit breaker tripped a long ago. My will is...
The last three months have been highly stressful for me. And I got 20 years in Federal prison. I will not have to do all 20 years, but how many years I do will be up to the United States Congress and unforeseen factors that are not yet set in stone. We will find out in the intervening years to come.