Sunday, December 24, 2015 Time: Sometime after breakfast? Location: Segregation Housing Unit, Chillicothe, Ohio
Early yesterday morning, out of nowhere, I was transfered from the Toledo Correctional Institution to the Ross Correctional Institution in Chillicothe. Upon my arrival, I was placed in the hole inside a single-person cell. I wasn’t allowed to keep any of my legal work and books that I had in Toledo, though. I don’t know what’s going on?
What I do know, though, is that I’ve gotten fed up with DRC’s bullshit. I’m tired of people just thinking they can do whatever they want to me just because I’m in prison. I’ve served my time and should be living amongst society right now. DRC knows this. The Parole Board knows this. And anybody that reads about my situation of injustice will know this, too. Yet and still, though, DRC wants to keep torturing me. They’re never satisfied.
There’s nothing else for me to talk about right now, because I have no life. Corrupt correction officers and parole board members, like Dana Blankenship and Marc Houk, have stolen my life from me and used it to enrich their deceitful lives that they enjoy living at my expense. What goes around comes around and sooner or later, karma is going to catch up to them.
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