Even More Eventful Friday
Fridays always seem "full" here. I guess that is why my friend from the D always calls them Freaky Fridays. It seems like something happens every Friday. Besides it being the last day of March (whoop whoop) we of course received a visit from SIS (Special Investigative Supervisor). At the time I was in the computer room when I heard two officers come in and yell from another inmate, who was also in the tv room. As the officer walked away, I heard them say, "I don't want to put all your business out there so come with me." Of course this sparked the attention of others, including myself. However, it was not until later that I heard what happened. ALLEGEDLY, the inmate, who is 18, was caught receiving "a drop" which turned out to be suboxone strips on camera. There are also rumors that she is affiliated with gang activity. I don't know what to believe; this is just what I was told.
Lately, there has been a lot of heat on the outside workers (landscape, garage workers, warehouse workers, construction, etc.). These jobs leave the actual building and have more interaction with supplies and other outside visitors, such as vendors. They also are able to go further around the camp. Because of all of this, ALLEGEDLY, they are the ones who are able to get "drops," which is how contraband and drugs get into the prison. Quite naturally the first place SIS is going to look is at those workers. This is why yesterday's search was focused on the rooms those workers live in. Thank goodness my ass works in the basement. LOL! Plus we have air conditioning and this Kentucky heat is no joke.
Later in the day, I watched a group of girls carrying one of my neighbors up the steps. She was crying so hard. I later learned that her grandmother passed. Her grandmother raised her and is also the person who has been keeping her children. So sad. I unfortunately know all too well the pain of losing a loved one while incarcerated. After she was able to contain herself she came to my room to talk to me about the process of receiving a furlough. I am just grateful that I was approved to leave to attend my father's funeral and that I did the right thing while I was on furlough so others will be able to have them when needed. My heart and prayers go out to my fellow inmate and her family. Losing someone close is already tough; losing them while incarcerated is a whole other beast.
