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  • Letters from Johnson County

    Aug 4th, 2025

    This Tom Clancy book by Rovin is self-flagellating trash… Ironic that the evil, authoritarian, (Chinese!) gulag scenes are so close to my experience in Johnson County. All I could think was “thank God we aren’t sticking people in cramped, filthy cells with dirty water to drink, and the sounds of other prisoners screaming in the distance. I’m so glad this sort of thing never happens in America…” The capricious nature of the authorities, the stark, wretched cells, and the physical rot which then rots the spirit, these are my entire reality at this point. I don’t know what’s worse, people who believe these evils are the exclusive to foreign adversaries, or those who cynically acknowledge the evils of this country as necessary or good.

    July 29th, 2025

    Maybe the story of the prisoner has more in common with the shipwreck & the castaway. After reading The Life of Pi, it all sort of lines up for me; a tragedy leading to a violent kind of monotony which slowly tears at your physical & mental wellbeing. My boat is a room of chemically enhanced stone, afloat in a sea of razor wire and steel fencing. Every day I must be alert, to keep the tiger at bay, to keep myself intact and alive. Otherwise, I’ll slowly start to fall apart from the inside out. Perhaps the monotony of the prison can lead to the same kind of madness that strikes at sea.

  • Defendant Dario Sanchez’s experiences in jail and after release on bond

    Read more about Dario Sanchez here.

    At first, my incarceration was the same as everyone else’s. Isolation, in a dirty cell. After my bond was lowered and I was released, they pull a bait & switch at a hearing to add conditions to my release. They indicted me on a second charge and sent me to jail for labor day weekend.

    While I was in booking for two days, I heard a young, disabled man in an isolated cell scream and beg for his parents for hours at a time. I can still feel the thump of his body against the door and walls because it shook my cell too. When I went to make a phone call, I watched a guard spark up his taser and joke about hurting that boy. Eventually, the guards agreed to put him in our holding cell if he calmed down. I had to take the lead and comfort him, talking to him about his loved ones while trying not cry, because I knew that if I couldn’t keep him calm, they’d hurt him again. Guards would taunt and laugh at him or crack jokes, and I couldn’t bear to see it happen again. Hours later they housed me in gen-pop and I hoped he made it home.

    My third arrest was a clown-show. My local PD followed me halfway to Johnson County where I was called in for a random piss test. They boxed me in and drew guns on me, ordered me out, and cuffed me before cussing each other out because one guy didn’t properly execute their tactical twink capture.

    Later, at the jail, they got the cuffs stuck on me because the guard bought his key off of Amazon and it got stuck. Fifteen minutes later, they popped it free and put me in stripes. All of this happened because my bond officer saw me search for how to replace my Gameboy Advance SP battery, then he apparently searched up how to use that battery to make “trigger devices” and passed it off to the DA who then said I searched that up. When my lawyers showed them proof that I never did that, they had to back off immediately.

    Between now and the end of my trial I cannot look at anything anti-government or violent, not even movies or music. My phone is monitored by spyware that logs all my activity.