I had been arrested, put in jail and given a three year sentence. Several other people were in jail with me. It almost seemed as if I were serving a three year stint in the military.
The jail was in a forest area and I was allowed to move around in different rooms in the building I was in. The room I was presently in was quite spacious. It had a dirt floor with grass growing on it. It wasn't that bad.
I saw
Buckner there. He was sitting on a couch and looking at several pornographic magazines spread out on the ground in front of him. Another fellow here was also looking at some pornographic magazines.I found some small nuts and decided I wanted to grind them up and smoke them. I ground them up and then put some pieces of wood which looked like matches into a little pipe I had made. I lit the wood, put the nuts on top and began smoking them.
Buckner came over and began smoking with me. We anticipated becoming intoxicated. Finally I dumped out the wood and only the powder from the nuts was left, which we continued smoking. We were being rather cautious because I was afraid a man in a room next to ours might see us and report us.
After we had finished smoking I began feeling the effects. But I began to wonder if it might have some damaging effects on me and doubted whether I should have smoked it in the first place.
I thought I might be able to get out of prison if I were to go to school for a year. I knew there was a room in the prison which had a lot of law books in it. I told Buckner I was going to begin reading the law books to try to determine what kind of remedies I might have in order to get out of here. I thought about how much of my life I had already spent in jail. I thought I had been arrested five or six times in my life and knew I had spent eight months in jail in
Iran. I certainly didn't want to spend another three years in jail. I said, "I've spent so much of my life in jail already."I started walking toward the law library. I noticed Weinstein and Anderson were also in the jail. Anderson came up to me and told me I had five days from the time of my arrest within which to appeal. I thought I needed to write some kind of appeal even if it were only a hand-written one.
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