Tom just got up and is eating. He was supposed to go for jury duty today, but it’s been postponed to his birthday, which is tomorrow.

I’m doing something different. Printing out a journal as I type it. The colored paper prints nicely back to back, so I’ve got 20 pages printed out on 10 sheets. It saves room this way and I’ve made the print bigger.

I just wrote Bob’s letter from Chassidy’s “friend.” I disguised my handwriting and will send it to Kim to send to him with no return address. I deliberately changed the way I usually word things. That phone number is a bogus one to confuse him, too. Here’s what I wrote:

To Bob,

I am a friend of Chassidy’s. I am an enemy of yours. I have a story to tell you. There is an ex-boyfriend of mine who is an inmate there and he has the desire to get it on with you! I think he just might do that too when you least expect it! Be ready for it.

I know you’ll never get out of there alive and if you know what’s best for you - you will hope you don’t because we are waiting for you! Don’t bother calling 863-7710 because no one there can help you. The next time you call Chassidy a slut, remember I am currently dating a guard there.

He will take care of you and see to it that my X and you get together!

I would tell you to watch your back - but even that will do you no good. I know you have been convicted of rape & molestation twice before.

I will be seeing you.

Later...

Excuses, excuses! Whether they’re legit or not, is beside the point. The point is - I’m sick of waiting for things. The bee machine, the cigarette machine, etc. Going into business is as big of a joke as the kid is.