I knew who it was by his shoes. Should I hurry and leave? Why is he on the floor? I don't see any blood. I looked around and this might be as empty as I've seen the unit. This was my third day here.
I used my thumb nail to turn the thing on the stall door.
I opened the door cautiously. what the hell he has a garbage bag over his head. I rip the bag off his head in reaction time. Blue eyes are starring at the ceiling not even blinking. He's got his mouth and nose packed full of toilet paper. Wow he must have came in here and tried to kill his self when they called "chow".
I didn't want to touch him. In quarantine they tested us inspected us and told us story's.... Aids, hepatitis.
It doesn't look like he's breathing. Am I supposed to just ignore this? Like I said it's my third day here. On my first day I seen a stabbing while waiting for"chow".
I acted as non shalont as I could so other inmates wouldn't notice. The c/o on duty had the same last name as me.
"Did you do your rounds yet?" I asked him.
"I was gonna let next shift get them" c/o Clark replied.
"Well their gonna freak out when they find a dead guy in the bathroom" I said to him. He laughed at first then his face changed to panic when he realized I was serious.........
That was 33 years ago I remember more vividly then I'd like. It gives me a theory on Epstein. Epstein didn't kill his self you can't even kill yourself in prison. I watched them put that inmate on a gurdy and then shackle him up unconscious. I'm talking handcuffs, belly chains and ankle bracelets before they took him from the prison. They even drove the ambulance into the Sally port and searched under it with miorrs to make sure there wasn't an inmate trying to escape by sticking his self to a hot muffler.
I don't remember his name... His girlfriend friend had left him so he decided life wasn't worth living. The prison saved his bed for him. They took his sheets off his plastic roll up mattress put his chair on his bed.
Nursed him back to health and brought him back.
Of course now he was so medicated you couldn't talk to him. He couldn't defend his self he's an easy target for all the prison villains. Maybe I shouldn't have opened that stall that day.
I'm here to say Epstein did not kill his self!
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I always had something to write on and while I walked the yard I wrote it. I took it out on my visit and I showed it to my mom. "I wrote a poem about you" she read it and asked me "how's this about me"? "Your the fog mom".
I don't know how I could have done this without you I love you.
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