October 18th - 25th
I just got comfortable . . . just got my property back last week. Pack it up! Time to go again. I just spent 8 days in transit on different buses for what would take a normal person a four hour drive. Government efficiency at its best. LoL! It's all good though . . . Life has never been better in the Texas prison system.
I'm now at a private pre-release prison and what a difference! Wow! I'm still in shock. Plus, I'm just 75 miles from Dallas, Texas - where I will be living upon my release. Awesome! More coming soon!
My new address:
Jason Everett #1253516
Bridgeport Correctional Center
4000 N 10th Street
Bridgeport, Texas 76426-6140
Welcome to my site. My name is John Jason Everett. Currently I am known as offender #1253516 in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice prison system.
The first few weeks of incarceration are the most difficult for an inmate. You have to learn to deal with the loss of loved ones, loneliness, sleep deprivation, hunger, and the gnawing uncertainty of the future. You must, in some way, learn to live in a very unfriendly place. You don't know your many neighbors, although you realize some are very dangerous people.
You realize that extortionists, gang recruiters, gangsters, murderers, and rapists are watching your every move, looking for the opportunity to take advantage of you. They will test you to see how far they can go and if you have the "heart" to fight. Prison is a cesspool where usually only the worst scum floats to the top. A lot of inmates seek protection from the predators from other stronger inmates or just check into "PC" (protective custody). I've seen many inmates who are unable to mentally handle prison life. Suicide and attempted suicides are common methods of escape.
Prison is designed to keep you constantly uncomfortable. What exactly does comfort mean? Freedom from pain, trouble, or anxiety; feeling at ease? It's easy to take all the little things that make you comfortable for granted when you are in the "free world". That said, "sometimes you don't realize what you have until its gone", is so true. Have you ever been for days without seeing any type of sunlight or the sky? Can you even fathom what it would be like to spend years with no type of affectionate, physical contact? Not even a hug! Try to picture a colorless home of concrete and steel, every seat, table, and even toilet nothing but cold, hard steel, no cushions, pillows, or back rest. This is a harsh reality for many people.
A comfort is being able to eat when and what you want; not being told when and what to eat. You never have the option for seconds regardless of how horrible the foot taste. Privacy is another comfort most people don't think about. Who doesn't enjoy and need some peace and quiet occasionally. What do you think it would be like to not have even one second of alone time? Literally, always having eyes on you . . . to sit on the toilet, or shower in an open room with 30-50+ other men, no stalls? Can you imagine how humiliating it is getting caught on the toilet by a female officer during count time? What about the daily, repeated strip searches?
A comfort is 6 to 8 hours of undisturbed sleep in a nice, soft bed with fluffly pillows, a heavy blanket and someone to cuddle with . . . . Uncomfortable is a steel bunk with a thin mat, waking up every 15 or 20 minutes because some part of your body is aching or asleep. Try having a loud speaker next to your bed with someone constantly yelling: "pill call", "kitchen workers turn out", "chow time", "count time", "In and Out", and so on . . . over and over. . . waking up at 3AM and having to walk a few hundred yards to eat breakfast.
Just a peek inside my life . . . from a personal journal entry made May 26th, 2005
I have maintained a journal since the first months of incarceration in August of 2002 that continues to this day. In early 2005, I was persuaded and given the opportunity to publish these journal entries in an online blog. Over the years I have used different blogging sites before upgrading to my own website.
My journal and website were created for several reasons. Originally, my journal was to be a future gift for my children. With the creation of my website, it has become a convenient way for my friends and family to keep up with me. It is also a way I can share my experiences with the world. I only hope my words may have a positive impact on another's life, and if I can deter just one person from making an error in their life that might lead them to prison, then the effort is well worth the time I've invested in it. My motives for this site are not selfless. Prison is a very cold, lonely, and dangerous place. My blog provides me a method to interact with the world and maintain a relevance to a life I have not been able to enjoy for some time.
I have also found writing to be very therapeutic and it has become one of my many passions. I'm interested in meeting alll types of creative, positive people with whom I can maintain correspondence. Mail is a prisoner's lifeline. A fresh perspective is always appreciated in this place. If you feel inclined to write, please address all correspondence to: