Friday, October 02, 2009
7:30 PM
Dear Mom:
I didn’t
feel much like writing immediately after the fact like I did the last time, but
I got in another fight. Right around
I didn’t notice that I spilled the coffee pot all over the floor. When he approached me the second time, I slipped in the water and now I have 3 or 4 knots on my head. The guy took full advantage of my slip and he broke my nose again. Then he grabbed my throat and tried to choke me out. In my situation, I had no other choice, so I hit him in his eye.
I still don’t feel like writing or doing anything but I’m unusually sleepy and I want to wait a few more hours before I go on to bed. I don’t know what a concussion feels like and I don’t know what happens if a person sleeps with one. I only remember you not letting us sleep when we bumped our heads.
I did lay down for a minute and I felt like I was high on weed, so I got back up – just in case. My neck really hurts bad where he tried to choke me out. My nose is worse now from it’s second break in such a short time. It bled for over an hour, but I had to put toilet paper in one side. I figured out that I didn’t have it reset yet, so I had to reset it. It stopped bleeding after that. My poor, poor nose. Mom, I can’t think of anything at all that would be a wise choice to do about this. If the guards find out about this, they might move me again. Everyone knows that I signed that waiver. The jail is not responsible for my well-being anymore. I am likely better off here than to go to another cell and re-adjust to even more guys.
Not one of these guys have anything to lose if they killed me. Murder carries a less sentence than manufacturing methamphetamines. I only have 5 weeks left and the guy who did this is supposed to go home next week. If I tell on him, someone might attack me for being a rat. Not even protective custody is safe for me now.
Be assured that nothing can happen to me unless God does permit it. I am in good hands. Nothing bad can become of me… nothing. He got punched in the eye. He shook my hand and we are at peace…
Love,
Neil
