I AM A FELON

felon (n.) 

    c. 1300, "one who deceives or commits treason; one who is wicked
or evil; evil-doer," used of Lucifer and Herod, from Old French felon
"evil-doer, scoundrel, traitor, rebel, oath-breaker, the Devil" (9c.),
from Medieval Latin fellonem (nominative fello) "evil-doer," which is
of uncertain origin, perhaps from Frankish *fillo, *filljo "person who
whips or beats, scourger" (source of Old High German fillen "to
whip"); or from Latin fel "gall, poison," on the notion of "one full
of bitterness." Celtic origins also have been proposed.

    Another theory (advanced by Professor R. Atkinson of Dublin)
traces it to Latin fellare "to suck" (see fecund), which had an
obscene secondary meaning in classical Latin (well-known to readers of
Martial and Catullus), which would make a felon etymologically a
"cock-sucker." OED inclines toward the "gall" explanation, but finds
Atkinson's "most plausible" of the others.

    Also by c. 1300 in English in a general legal sense "criminal; one
who has committed a felony," however that was defined. Century
Dictionary notes, "the term is not applicable after legal punishment
has been completed." In Middle English it also was an adjective,
"traitorous, wicked, malignant." Australian official James Mudie
(1837), coined felonry "as the appellative of an order or class of
persons in New South Wales,--an order which happily exists in no other
country in the world."

http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=felon

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   I am a felon. I can't vote,  travel abroad, get good jobs and I'm
not a good enough person to be put on a jury. My judgment is obviously
flaw! I like yo break down the word misdemeanor. Like your demeanor
was "dis"ing someone. Like, what I was charged with bad table manners.

.....but thats ok, I hear it's hot to be a criminal. woot!

PINKI's TIME in JAIL

Shh. JEEVES is Listening

"Don't I get one phone call !"... It's kinda true; you get

free 60 second phone calls in the pit but after that it's

".20 cents *pause* for the first minute and *pause* .20 cents for

each additional minute *pause* plus applicable flees *pause*

and the maximum call duration is *pause* 15 *pause* (impatiently

hating these few seconds) minutes.....

thank you for using GTL"

     The second part of my incarceration included {thanks to prayer and

other forces leading to "sober"-ness} some money on my books; which

evolved into phone time. My mom had put time on just her number too.

So we could talk all the time but, talking to your "better half", your

family and especially your kids, was the best it got in there for everyone.

     I was able to afford a phone call twice a week-ish [for some odd reason they

always gave me an extra few cents; or a minute or two]. I got to talk

to my other half which we will call NOMAN for the sake of story. But

only after he got out his own visit to our lovely prison system.       moving on.

.    We are supposed to set up a login of sorts when we first get there,

" WITH GTL MY VOICE IS MY PASSWORD". 

So naturally some people couldn't get there

passwords to work because when we first arrive in jail we are pissed,

annoyed, emotional and a wreck in general. So, by the time you leave

you have a perfect GTL voice ritual which you have to talk like a

robot or perfectly monotone or nor get in at all. Mine was agitated

and couldn't get it to work if I sounded to happy.

The phone booths have a big blue sign that reads: "PHONE CALLS ARE

SUBJECT TO RECORDING AND MONITORING....".

Everyone knows you never say

anything you don't want known on the phones. In my mind (my crazy

imaginative mind), there was an invisible PCJ staff like person who

eventually fell in love with my phone calls then my visits. By the end

of my stay the phone would warp and pop and fuzz. Which it was rumored

was the tell-tale sign of their efforts of monitoring and/or

recording. So, I imagine someone liked my phone calls, they where

interesting and amazingly inappropriate at times. Let's call him

JEEVES. My mom and I where over the top on topics such as sex and bad

humor and fairies. Sometimes they where so odd I felt terribly (and

laughably) bad for him.

One time, at the end of a conversation, (at the the minute mark the

GTL bitch says: "ONE MINUTE REMAINING"):

 NOMAN says something vaguely provocative

PINKI: Don't do that, I'm super sexually frustrated.

NOMAN: You? I'm surrounded by nothing but animals!

PINKI: Hey, there are always chickens!

NOMAN: hey, did you know chickens die when they fuck?---

" THANK YOU FOR USING GTL, GOODBYE"

end of joke: every chicken I fucked died! lol, bad joke! =}

POOR JEEVES, he heard me tell NOMAN to fuck a chicken and NOMAN add it

would die.

I really wonder what the poor thing thinks. lol. I conceptualized the

imaginary JEEVES and thought he would play rock-paper-scissors with

other PCJ staff peoples for the chance to listen in on my odd convos.

Maybe my visits too. you never know. My mom liked shoving her nostrils

into the camera. poor creepy observer peoples watching poor creeped

out PCJ Inmates. My "BIG BROTHER" footage (and files for that matter)

would be worth watching. Maybe one day I'll ask JEEVES (another bad

joke). He's now a permeant fixture of my jail story, whether made up

or not. JEEVES: nerdy, slightly hunched, near-sighted and creepily in

on everyone's business. sitting there all day getting paid to listen

to very personal conversations between inmates and there loved ones.

but that's phone calls in jail.

PINKI's TIME in JAIL

      I'm Starting A New Series: PINKI's TIME in JAIL

    So, Here it goes my adventures in the modern american incarceration mechanism. The governments great Department of Corrections, The criminal college, the way rappers get there thug life and a secret world; In which, the real world knows very a little bit about. 

      There seems to be this fad as of late: reality TV prison shows. I won't go into how much I dislike it. In keeping with the times, I will share my experience of county jail with you and anyone else that finds themselves here reading it! I won't tell you about what I was convicted with or my charges but....

 I was arrested for one charge, one incident a few times: 

january 19th,2013 let out on O.R.

march, 2013: 8 days

 august 2014: 2 days 

May 2016: 95 days 

Sept 2016: 250 days

 IN TOTAL: 255 days

 in Pima County Adult Detention Center 

In all honesty, I did not dislike my stay there. I used my time to my advantage. I learned and grew. Used the system and my interactions with everyone and anyone to test my theories on life. Everyday, every one, and everything was a new thing to see, do, and play with. A big social experiment and myself, an imaginary scientist. An isolation tank, like the ones they use on astronauts. A place to pick a part the schematics of the intricacies of modern society.... and her rejects and outcasts.