Jason Bayless is a life-long activist and is currently working at The Pachamama Alliance. When he is not working he spends his time recording shows, writing blogs, collecting 3D movies, and looking for any reason to use his fog machine and homemade blood.
Welcome to the Zombie Popcorn’s Post from Prison Series.
Zombie Popcorn is opening its pages to the words of an individual who is sitting in prison. We will get first hand experiences about life in prison. They will talk about their likes, loves, dislikes and what is is like being in prison. Our first ‘Post from Prison‘ goes by the name, “Z0mbi3Kid“. He would like to remain anonymous and he will post under that name. This ensures that he can speak freely without the fear of being reprimanded.
You will be able respond to his writing in the comment section under each post. I will then print out the post page and mail it to him for his response.
You can always find the other letters in the ‘Post from Prison’ archive.
- Letter 9
Right now it is about 8:40am on July 17th, Sunday morning and I thought I would write and give an update of my situation. Well, I got my answer back from parole and they decided to set me off until next June. So I will get reviewed for parole next June. I’m fine with that because I was kind of expecting it because of my history. Mothers Against Drunk Drivers (MADD) has put a lot of pressure on the parole board in Texas and hardly any DWI’s (Driving while intoxicated) make their first parole. So I am just trying to work hard at my job and take every class available to me and hope they have mercy on me next year. I have got some good things going on since I got to this unit. I am no longer doing field labor on the hoe squad out in the heat. I have moved up to ‘Education Bld. Janitor”. Yeah, I am the janitor at the school house M-F 6:30-2:30. In my this is one of the best jobs on the unit because the education building has AIR CONDITIONING in it! So I like going to work now, especially on days like last Friday when the heat index as 109 degrees in Texas.
I also got moved to a ‘working’ dorm. That is where everybody has jobs they have to be at every morning. This is good because it is very quiet. The new building I’m in even has a window right beside it where I can open or close it. So I have a constant breeze flowing by head all the time. So yeah, even though I got set off till next June, my situation could be worse.
My Mom and Dad brought my daughter up here last weekend. That was really the highlight of m y month. I only get to see them about once a month because Bonham is so far away from where they live. My daughter seems like she is getter bigger every time I see her. She is learning to read and couldn’t wait to read to me. She read me a whole Dr. Seuss book during our visit. It was the ABC one. I was really happy and at the same time I was very heavy hearted because I’m missing so much of her life. She is in gymnastics also and she was so proud that she had graduated up to the next class in gymnastics. She wanted to show me how she does some flips and cartwheels but she couldn’t show me because we all had to stay seated.
Yes, visits are very emotional and I feel close to tears the whole time. Yes, I will defiantly remember how they fell next time I want to go get fucked up. My daughter has been staying with my parents ever since she was six months old. Her mom and I got in a car accident when she was six months. Her mom and I ended up in the hospital – I was in ICU for 7 days and thankfully recovered and got to come home. Her mom was in the ICU for 9 days bust wasn’t able to pull through. My daughter lost her mom when she was six months old. I handled everything so very, very wrong. Instead of being a man and being strong and being there for my daughter, I turned to drugs and alcohol. It isn’t till now that I have actually slowed down and steeped back and looked at my life and what I have been doing to myself and to the people close to me. All I see is a self-centered, asshole who cares about nobody but himself. I feel like I am really at a turning point in my life this time because I realize now how I was. I have never felt so determined not to be that person again. In a weird way coming to the penitentary probably saved my life in more ways than one.
Well, it is about 9:20 now and its starting to get hot. I am already starting to sweat so I am gonna run and find some water. So until next time – take care.
The following letter is a response letter to April – who left a comment on one of the past ‘Post from Prison’ posts.
I am 28 years old. I am sorry to hear about your friend having to experience being locked up at such a young age. You maybe right about him feeling safe and secure in jail. There are a lot of people taht really get used to not worrying about where they are going to lay their head at night or where their next meal is gonna come from. They get used to people telling them what to do and when they are to do it. I guess it is like they say, they become institutionalized.
You said you saw him the day he got out and it was like you didn’t even know him. I’ve always said that coming to jail for any length of time will defiantly change a person, whether for the better or worse it will change a person. So what is your relationship to this person? How is he adjusting to life on the outside? Why are you so far away from him now?
If you don’t want to answer these questions on here – send a message to Jason and he will give you my mailing address so you write directly. Or you can just keep posting on the Zombie Popcorn site. Either way I will be looking forward to hearing back from you.
Till then, so long.