Yesterday one of my cellmates was transferred to Chillicothe. Before she left, she stole a pack of cigs and a lighter from Melanie, my Korean friend. This Jessie is a mess. Just turned 21 and is already labeled as "prior persistent" on her face sheet, which means she must do no less than 60% of her sentence. This is not her first time here. She's not stupid—just spoiled and headstrong. From Springfield, but her mother won't allow her to parole to her. Now, that's pretty bad when your own momma doesn't want you. (By the way, she's here for forging checks she's stolen, running credit cards, and marijuana possession.)
Got a new cellmate today. Mandy is very young, blonde, short, and odd. She was raised in a car by a daddy who was on the run and a drug addict. She has a 5 month old baby in the care of the Mennonites. She's kind of annoying. Talks too much, is too friendly, has nothing except rotten meth mouth, and is in her Bible all the time looking for something. Patience, Grasshopper. The good thing is that she's supposed to go to drug treatment—and is overdue to go. So any day…
In the bathroom, a gal up the hall told me that she had started her period and looked glum. I cheerily noted, "Well, at least you're not pregnant!" She observed, "If I was, the father would have to be my battery-operated razor!" That's funny to me.
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