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VIDEOGAMES END PRISON VIOLENCE

Hey Guys its me again.

Today i was told about a website where they are trying to gain public approval for prisoners to have gaming systems. I think this would be a great idea and it has wprked out well for other prisoners in other states. Check out the website and see what you think. Go to facebook and type in Videogames end prison violence.

Here in Washington state videogames have been approved from Doc but every prison is scared of what the public opinion is going to be when they find out that we are playing games in our cells. But what they may or may not know is that we already have games on our jp4s. We have card and baoard games in the dayrooms.

In a setting that is racialy charged and where your locked up and in your cell all the time and you have nothing to lose a game to keep your mind busy is a great thing. Ive spent 5 years in closed custidy and your locked in your 8 by 12 cell all but 5-7 hours a week. Thats alot of dead time and it had an effect on your mental state. And when your out of your cell you have to deal with the problems and politics of the people around you. There would be less probems if people had something to consume there time and keep them busy.

Now with the budget cuts they have pulled most of our education programs, vocational programs, family programs. Funding to keep us busy is going and its just getting worse. Soon there will be nothing to keep us busy and bettering ourselfs and the gangs and trouble makers will be more boared than they are now and the violence will pick up again. Those days im not looking forword to.

Well guys im going to go for now. I hope that you all look up that artical and sign the patition. Have a good day.

SINCERLY

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863

———-Controlling———–

So im in a on again off again relationship for the past 7 years and she has just jumped back on after getting out of a bad relationship. I find myself telling her that she needs a job, car and her own place. All things that she should of had years ago and should want for herself and her kid right? She tells me that im being controlling and trys to give me ultimatums. What the hell is that? She just had to leave the place where she was at cause she wasnt getting along with the people she is staying with and have a cool down session. She is 1 situation away from having someone that dont like her call CPS on her and have them comming over and threatining to take her kids. Thats not what i want. And when i express how important it is for her to have these things she cops an additude.

Is she worth the bullshit when she has broke my heart 3 times in the past 7 years and thrown me and our relationship away when i put in all the work and then some dude starts sniffing around and slips her some dick and she drops me like a bad habbit?

Ive got goals and dreams and there acheaveable with alot of hardwork and dedication. But ill never get there if im in a relationship with a woman whos content to let other people take care of her and has no drive or goals.

I need a woman who is driven, independant, has goals and dreams they want to reach and surpass. And honestly i dont think this one is that woman. So do i cut her loose or sacrafice and take the hard road? I think i tell her that its better for us both if we move on.

Just because im in prison im not going to settel. Ill be locked up and controlled for 17 years by the time i get out. Im not into controlling people unless its in the bedroom and consentual. Then im real good at that.

What do you think of my situation? Should i stay or should i go? Let me know @jpay.com (Mike Lindsey 847863), or if you would like to introduce yourself to me id love to get to know you.

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863

ADDICTED FATHER

When i was a kid i was raised in a house where my mom and stepdad both used drugs. From my earlyest memory i remember my parents smoking weed. I remember asking what they were doing and what it was like. They offered me some and thought it was funny when i was high. And then in about the 5th grade my parents started usi front of me and my siblings. And just like the weed when we asked what i what it did they offered us some. So my drug use started at an early age. By about 12 years old i was using meth threw a suringe. My step ( shoot me up ) and by the time i was 13 i could do it by myself.

My parents were on welfare and would trade the foodstamps for 50 cents on the doller and then go and buy drugs and get high and get us high. Then when the dope was running low they would send my brother and myself out to go and rake leafs, shuvel snow, mow lawns, kind of work that a couple kids could do. And they would take that money and use it to supply there dope habbit and they would give us alittle to keep us going.

All the dope, malnutrition, lack of sleep and lack of any real parental guidence caused major problems in my family. I used to rebell fight and argue with my parents. It seemed like i was getting kicked out of the house every other month untill i was 14 years old.

At 14 i was kicked out for the last time and i ended up going into a series of fosterhomes. But i was stealing from the first two i was in to supply my 3 year old dope habbit. And the 3rd one i was having sex with my foster mom and it was eatting at her and she turned herself in and the caseworker in charge of me told me that if i didnt find somewhere to live than i was going to be placed in a boys home.

So i found my real father and told him my situation and he welcomed me into his home. He was a church going man and had rules for me to follow if i wanted to stay there. So i got off the dope and pot and started working with him at his drain cleaning busniss and started attending church with him and his family. Things for the first time in my life were stable and i felt great. I was healthy and had some clean time in and i got to act like a teenager. But my past would come back to bite me in the ass and it would bite me hard.

I was continuing to go to church and i meet the most beautiful woman of my life. Her name is Cynthia Josman she was 18 years old and i was 15. After my stepmom talked me into building up the balls to ask her out i did and we were soon dating.

A few months into it she told me she was pregnant and i was so happy. 9 months later my daughter was born and from the moment i first held held her i knew what love felt like. Ive never felt a love like that before and all ive wanted was to be a good father and raise her better than i was. I think that was the proudest moment of my life.

But it wasnt to long before my past addiction would come back and jump on my back. I had been working 2 jobs and my girlfriend was lonely and working hard raising our daughter. She had meet some new friends and they had invited us to a BBQ. We went and had a meal and a few drinks and someone had brought some meth and weed out and were asked if we wanted some. My girlfriend took them up on the meth and i said yes to the weed and we got high with them.

It wasnt a week before i came home and my girlfriend had a sack of dope at the house and asking me if i wanted to do some with her and fuck. I said yes and that was the beginning of the end for me. Our meth use had picked up and before i knew it i was an addict again. Using all the time and being high around my kid. I had turned into the person i hated the most.

It wasnt 2 years befor i had cought a case and come to prison the first time. The state had told me that i was going to lose custidy of my kids unless i took some classes, took some clean piss tests and reported to them. I thought that they couldnt do shit to me if i ignored them and i was wrong. They took custidy of my kids and termenated my rights. It hurts so much to know that i let my addiction take controll of my life and custidy of my kids.

A year after getting released from prison i was right back at it and had let my addiction put me in a spot where i was involved in murdering a man that i knew. I was under the impression he had stole money from me and a friend of mine. And we took him out in the woods and shot him. After i was arrested and had been clean for a while i seen threw all the crap and i had been lied to and i killed an inocent man.

This is the biggest regret and burden i have on my heart and i must try and look at the brightest side of the situation ive put myself in. It took comming to prison for a long time to kick my addiction. Im not around my kids getting high and exposing them to a lifestyle that i hope they never have to experance. And i can only hope and pray that the chain of addiction stops with me.

This is the story of an addicted father.

Sincerley,

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863

THE DOUBLE STANDARD

Why do black people have such an additude when a white person says nigga? If it is a disrespectful word for a white person to say than isnt it disrespcectful for him to have to hear it ALL the time?

Im a white male in prison and ive seen so much violence over that word. I dont like the word and i think its disrespectful to have to hear it all the time. If people dont like the word then why do so many people who take offence to it keep using it? If all people would stop using it then it would just be an ugly word in our history and a reminder of how far we have come and over come.

If you think about it how dose it make people sound when they say nigga all the time 2-3 or even 4 times in a sentence and then when they hear a white person say it they want to cop an additude? If the word is disrespectful why do they disrespect eachother and themselfs? If they have no respect for the way they talk to eachother then why should other people?

Ive talked to my friends who use this word both white and black. And the white guys think its just a word to refer to a black guy as they refer to themselfs most of the time there friend. When they say it there is no racisum behind it. Those days are not even in our generation or even in most of our parents day. Its just a word to them. And my black friends say they dont like the word and its a reminder of there history but its a word they use amoung themselfs meaning mostly BROTHER. So if it means brother then why cant a white guy say it?

Let me know what you think?

Hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerley,

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863

Mike Lindsey

HELLO WORLD!!

My name is Mike Lindsey, im a 31 year old white male. Im 5’10” blue eyes, brown hair. 205lb. I am convicted of 2nd degree Murder and i am serving a 19 year sentence. Ive been locked up for 10 years now and i have 8 years left. My release date is 12-30-22

I am currently incarcerated at Stafford Creek Corrections Center in Aberdeen, WA im looking to open my doors and meet some new people. I hope that you like what ive got to say and ill be looking forword to hearing back from you and reading what you have to say. My info is on the Contact page.

ill be looking to hear from you!

SINCERLEY,

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863

THE LONG TERM EFFECT OF BEING LOCKED UP HAS ON MY SANITY

When i was first convicted i had a 40 year sentence and i felt like my whole life flashed before my eyes. I was angry and felt as though there was nothing for me but to live the rest of my life in prison. But im not an angry person and i soon found myself back to the happy go lucky me and ive tried to make the best of it in here. Last year i was lucky enough to go back to court and get 21 years of my life back and i now feel truely blessed. When i had 40 years i was the happest person that most of the people around me knew and now that ive got less time i feel happy and blessed every day.

But now that i know im going to get out i find myself getting depressed.What kind of an effect is my being locked up and around all these people who are the scum of the state going to have on me? What has it done to my mind and who i am and how i think? Being around Murders, Child molesters, Thugs, Pimps, Drug Addicts, Identy thefs, and just people with no goals or morals other than to go out and hustle( live off a woman) or live for there next high or scam for the last 20 years has to have some kind of an affect on a person. Right?

I thought it was up to my friends and family to give me the help i
needed and to keep me grounded. But a person who has to do alot of time finds that the more time he/she does the further your friends and family fall. So its a constant need to meet new people on the streets to keep your sanity and to talk with people who are (normal) and not criminal minded. I guess thats what im hoping to find here. Some people to talk to and exercise my brain and brush up on my people skills.

Its funny cause when your free you know where you are as far as your people skills, looks, work enviorment. But after being locked up for so long you dont know anymore.

A year ago i found myself meeting a new woman and this was the first woman that had come to see me that wasnt my mom or sister in the past 9 years. To say the least i was Nervous! The first thing i did was make her laugh and it was nonstop laughing for most of the visit. But it was a one time visit so i wasnt able to ask if she felt comfortable, did i hold my end of the conversation, was i funny, was i pleasing to her eyes? Was my conversation good? Was she laughing cause she was uncomfortable or she was having a good time and enjoying my company? These are all things that i dont know cause ive been locked away for so long.

I hope that ive been mentaly strong enough to keep my sanity, to grow and be a better man and not be ackward when im a free man again. But im asking for your help to let me know who i am and where i fit in the social workings.

Thanks for your time and for reading what ive had to say. Ill be looking forword to hearing back from you. My info is on the Contact page.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Mike Lindsey
DOC #847863