A couple of adults in custody were smoking tobacco when an officer approached them. The officer claimed she inhaled fentanyl. Then she was ill and I believe hospitalized; she tested positive for it. However, the men in the unit claim she is lying. They stated that it was tobacco and she must be covering up her fentanyl habit. Furthermore, I know there is no fentanyl here; the MAT program destroyed that trade. There is no longer a demand for it.
I hear about everything here. I know what kind of drugs there are, and there is no fentanyl. Also, they tested the whole unit and nobody tested positive for it but her. That is 240 of us who tested negative. Do the math.
So, we are all now being punished for it. Our commissary has been taken from us; we can only spend $25 on hygiene items until further notice. They tore our cells up and made us stay in punishment cells for three days. They took my legal work and my log books from Pollock USP. I was going to send them to you some day. But worst, they took a special postcard with my wife’s favorite artist named Kincaid, which she sent me before she died! It was the last thing I had of her’s before they found her dead in the parking lot of the bank I robbed. Now I have nothing of her!
Bottom line, there is a rat here, and it ain’t us.