Dear Ms. Dede Ranahan,
I would like to express my appreciation for you response to my letter. Also the card. It really reached me at a good time. Thank you. I'm sorry you lost your son. I couldn't begin to understand how you feel. I'm sorry. The blog is a very good thing.
I'm at the mental hospital now and a lot of way out things happen here and it's like no one cares for anyone here and a lot of people here don't even belong in prison because they're so far gone. It's sad they even got convicted when you can clearly see they weren't ever stable.
I find myself trying to help them and get yelled at by the cops to mind my own business like they thrive on their suffering. It's disgusting. My toilet was broken for two weeks with piles of feces in it. I asked if I could eat my lunch in the dayroom cause the smells made me nauseous and they said, "No, I got to eat in my cell."
I felt dehumanized like I was some kind of animal. Prison disgusts me. I'm tired of it. Receiving mail is my way out. So I appreciate that. I would never ask for anything else. Mail is a blessing.
Lonely ways, depressing days,
How much time will I have to pay?
Pain in my chest, it gives no rest.
On lonely days.
Click, click, clack the door goes smack.
When the day begins.
Click, click, clack the door goes back,
When the day ends.
Over and over as the days go on.
When will this time end?
Only time can tell...
Till then, depressing days
Cause my lonely ways.
By Jorge Fajardo, Jr.
Read more correspondence from Jorge on this blog: April 25, 2018. Click on it in the Archives on the right side of the page.
Jorge has no family. You can write to him at this address:
Salinas Valley State Prison
P.O. Box 1050
Soledad, CA 93960