So. I'm back from hiatus.

Hi All.

So after a four day stay in Pinal County Jail, I’m back.

And quite an experience these four days were. Why may you ask? Because I’m targeted, that’s why. Which means that while in jail, I’m possibly going to get murdered. Or beat up or whatever. Because people want me dead. Because that’s what being targeted means. Or a least more commonly than not.

Anyway, so after staying 27 hours in intake I happen to finally get assigned to a pod/dorm. (Not even glazing over the light incidents that occured in intake.) Upon being assigned to this dorm I come across some people who run thru some of the race politics, dos and don’ts and then instructs me to go take a shower. Being a guy not trying to start a problem, that’s what I go do. Here’s where a typical person would normally shit their pants…

Upon taking a shower, someone screams in the dorm (which I gave very few my name) “That Conrad kid is taking a shower!” And you know people do in showers in jail when they announce your name?

They beat mother fuckers up.

Not rape you sicko. This isn’t prison. I’m talking about county jail.

Anywho, at this point I realize that I may have some gentlemen in orange jumpsuits come storming thru the curtains to beat the shit out of me so I start to grow eyeballs in the back of my head.

Now to be clear, I’ve been targeted and stalked for four plus years and have dealt with some pretty terrifying encounters and experiences. So this was just another day in the office.

It seems however that it wasn’t plan to freaking shout “That Conrad kid is taking a shower” thru the whole dorm so even the pope could hear, so I guess no one stormed thru. So I cautiously clean myself up, get dressed and realize that this is going to be a very interesting next few days in jail. It’s this event that confirmed immediately that the stalking campaign against me has infiltrated very quickly into this inmate community.

After some interesting conversations here and there, one stands out. I happen to talk to a guy about my charges and the fact that I caught police officers on tape trying to frame me for meth possession. (Which is part as to why I had to endure this stay in the first place.) Instead of being the typical criminal stereotype of saying, “You were recording cops? Planting meth on you? That’s awesome! Fuck the police!” (Despite the white guy persona) This guy instead says, “That’s really wierd that you’re recording all the time 24/7.”

I never told this person that I was recording people nor was this even slightly suggested. The conversation carries and starts to head into an area oriented around this “fabrication” being turned around to create a rumor in the pod that I’m some sort of snitch or something. You know, to get my ass kicked. Luckily I used my witts and said, “You think it’s weird that I protected my rights and recorded a cop? Are you a snitch or something? Where do you even get that I’m recording all the time? The guy quickly realized that this plan he was coerced into, wouldn’t work and most definitely wouldn’t work in his favor. He gives it a rest and me and several other “roomies” get to bed.

Now who is this guy may you ask? I don’t fucking know. I”m not a snitch. But this is a damn good story.

Anyway, fast forward the next day.. I happen to finally drop a deuce after not taking the browns to the super bowl in three days. I guess there was one rule I didn’t learn in this pod, and that’s to put a chair in front of the toilet when you shit. I guess its jail ettiquette that I didn’t quite absorb yet. Anyway, in this pod, the toilet is right near a door in a common area. Like almost as if a spotlight of visibility is shining between you and golden throne. Except this spotlight of visibility is a group of 6-8 burley men in orange jumpsuits partaking in some spiritual experiences. (Bible study.) Now I’m just dropping a deuce and no one really said anything or yelled anything; so I thought no big deal. Of course I may of gotten a look or two but who the hell wouldn’t when you got a guy dropping food babies left and right.

But no one made it out to be a big deal..

A few hours later I’m chilling in the common area watching that Star Trek spinoff that Seth MacFarlene sucked someones cock to be able to get produced. Maybe not literally but it really is similar. Decent show tho. It was actually the episode that shows what the world would look like if it was like reddit. With upvotes and downvotes and what not.

Anyway, .this one guy I got acquitted with looks at me while I’m watching TV and says “come here.” He signals me with his finger and looks all serious. However, I didn’t think he was pissed cause everyone looks pissed, cause were in jail. You gotta look fierce. That shit sucks.

So I walk on into his room that is shared with several other inmates and this guy starts asking me why I took a shit without the chair in front of me to cover up. I didn’t quite think it was a big deal at this point and said, “my bad.”

I then get suckerpunched. Twice.

The first time, this guy hits me clear in the jaw in which afterwards we’re vertically wrestling around. I get him in a lock and try to deescalate.

Now why didn’t I start swinging back at this point? Because I would of never got out of jail if I did. The fight would of escalated and I would of been sent to the hole. Not to mention that the judge would of been further reluctant to release me.

So after grabbing this guy in a lock, he seems a bit calmer and I let him go. Perhaps this was a big mistake. He then punches me again. In the jaw. I realize that I’ve got to further descalate this and grab him in a lock that is similar to what boxers do to idle their opponent.

Finally, it seems that he’s calm. We let go and he exclaims how he’s also upset that I’m wearing a blanket around me in this chilly ass dorm. (Energy / radio weapons being used or not, it was cold.) I walk out, shrug off the last comment and suck in my pride. I nearly got setup to get my ass locked away for a few more weeks. And perhaps actually pissed a guy off. Either way, it’s fishy that he didn’t say something while I was dropping a deuce and instead hours after. Perhaps it lingered.

Either way. I then realize that I’ve got to be even further careful.. Because even if I get into a fight and win; I’m still going in the hole and not getting released anytime soon.

I chill out for the rest of the night and get some rest with one eye open. (Half the time, admittedly ;])

Anyway, the next day I go to court with all of it’s typical shenanigans and what not and get released. It seems that someone caught wind of what was going on and perhaps even expedited my release as well. I get out, walk down the street, smoke a cigarette and think to myself, “what a trip.”

But the reality is, is that I’ve had plenty of hard experiences of being stalked occur behind me in the past. As mentioned, this was just another day in the office. And it’s this hardship that makes me stronger to take on the plenty ahead of me.

Gangstalking is serious business folks. Especially when you’re in jail.