Click images for desktop size: "Bright Girl" by Racine Frustrating day today.
Discovered really can't trust the internet. I checked online to get the address of the closest unemployment office. I'm not entitled to benefits but you have to be registered in order to use their job bank, including the online job bank. You have to be registered in order to access all the info to apply.
I went to the address online. The building was deserted but there was a sign in the glass door saying moved to:
That address was like a mile or so away so I decided to walk there. It was by the railroad tracks. The tracks on one side and the address they'd given me was a vacant lot. Not just one but there were no buildings between 900 and 1400!
So I've accomplished nothing.
I walked back to the library. First sign of a failing economy I think is that the library has purchased no new books! It was sad. At least the library was cool and smelled nice.
I went to catch the bus home. There was no bus. They've changed the route without telling anyone. Online and the bus stop said I was right but the driver of a different bus said no. So I took a touristy ride around a small town.
I actually liked it.
I slept marginally better last night but my arm is still killing me. Its sapping my strength. Today trotting to the bus my shoulder tried to rip my soul apart. Its felt weak and flaccid except for when it convulses and hurts.
I need this addressed quickly.
I also realized I've had no cardio incidents since leaving prison. I had some discomfort today that I was afraid would lead to a hassle but it passed. I forgot to carry the nitro pills with me. They might have let the whole thing be an unmemorable event.
Its hard for me to remember the nitro pills. I have a huge urge to take one out, put it on a concrete curb and then smash it with a hammer. If it didn't explode or at least flash and pop I would be so
Click images for desktop size: "Untitled" by Biblis terribly disappointed it wouldn't be worth the risk.
The only semi-good news was that I've been approved for $200 worth of food stamps. That will make a big difference in my life. There's a snag that probably isn't. I was approved pending some documents that they wanted. What's a hassle is I already dropped off the documents!
Finally I spoke to my old land lady last night. It was a good talk. She's going to help me try and figure out how to get my puppy here with me. Everyone here loves my puppy. I think that is only right.
She's going to look for national dog transport things, volunteers driving the dogs a couple hundred miles to pass on to another driver etc.
I tried Amtrak and that was impossible. No connection to here. Which seemed odd to me. But if they're not willing to do it . . . I tried the Pet Airlines that flies dogs in the main cabin and not as cargo and it would be $250 from Chicago to Washington DC. DC is about 6 hours from here. $250 is just too much money at present.
The Pet Ambulance service only flies medical emergencies. I appreciate that and think no less of the organization. I hope they don't think less of me for asking them about getting my puppy to me.


July 2, 2009

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I went to do my blood sugar test and came back to my cell to find it emptied. They'd moved my cell mate out. I thought little of it until the guard came and offered me an explanation.
It was the explanation that put me on edge. I wasn't too sure what was up now.
I wasn't scheduled for yard or a shower so I spent my time in the cell re-reading a bad Dean Koontz novella. I didn't like it. was amazed at how derivative it was and how weak it played out. Reading it
Click images for desktop size: "Big Red Chair" by Blurburger again as there was nothing else to do.
The day just passed. Then they rattled open the cell and said I had a visitor.
I felt charged by this. I wondered if this was the danger. Since the Immigration cops had taken the evil route of visiting me as a "visitor" I found it hard to look forward to that call. I hoped it was my friend but I kept felt I was getting set up for something.
They marched me down to the visiting room. There was no one else there. I was put in a room and told to wait.
From the visiting rooms you can see the general entrance. I watched a lot of government lawyer types file through. I thought that this might be my 48 hours notice.
Still no one came to see me.
I watched about 2 dozen people come through a thick glass door. As usual my sense of decency was appalled at the way the guards treated even the innocent. I could not hear but it was apparent that the insults and nastiness were so much a part of a guard's life that they didn't no how to behave normally or with people who were guilty of nothing.

Click images for desktop size: "Miles Davis" Worse than cops the guard's cruel misuse of power and aura of sheer nastiness prohibited most of them of having any hint of how to cope with human beings. If they weren't such a despicable group it would be easy to feel sorry for them. "Pity the screw. No trial but still a lifetime sentence to prison."
After about 30 minutes I saw my friend come through the glass door. I was pleased.
She told me about Tuesday. She denied almost everything that the prosecutor had reported she had said. I believed my friend. I knew the Immigration people now as professional liars who were only looking for a result. Typical government workers.
She said she had been here yesterday but had to wait for six hours before they refused to let her see me. I believed her because it was a holiday. I marveled at the pig lack of sensitivity that they wouldn't have even let me or anyone else know that someone had come calling. Their bone thick skulls could not consider humanity or decency.
We compared notes about my pending "deportation". We'd both been told the same thing - 48 hours notice, plenty of time to bring me my clothes and money etc. Then the time was up.
It was sad seeing her go but it raised my spirits. I needed them raised because once again I underestimated the cowardly fear and the lack of compunction that only a bad government can deliver.
I forgot my own advice: Never trust a government.