On April 16th at 4AM, I heard the call I was waiting for, "Lonehill, get ready! Marshalls are coming to get you." I was hauled downstairs with two others and we rode across the state with seven other guys. We were shackled for the whole ride. OMG I cannot explain how humiliating it is to stop midway, via the ride and go into a convenience store shackled to pee. People look at me like I'm Dahmer, but
hey, I had to pee.
That's what I have to face, I'm a criminal now. I gave up hope of the F.B.I. going after the people who received or took the moolah long ago. I resigned to the fact that I was going down like a drunk cheerleader for this. And I did. I just gave up. I didn't fight it when my lawyer suggested I take it to trial. I didn't want to put my time and freedom in the hands of twelve South Dakotan jurors who clearly wouldn't be my peers. Plus I knew there would be local media coverage at the same time my sons were at the prime of their high school sports season. So I gave up the fight before I started and pleaded.
Battey (the judge) hung me, but I'm alright. This is the slap in the face I needed. I lost 32lbs so far (woot!) I will be well brand-used lol. No I will be brand new when I get out. Single, sober and hopefully successfully published. I made the choice to keep writing because this is the only vice I have to get me through it.
I told my son tonight i will be sober when I get out but I will still smoke my menthol's. He was all like "You don't smoke." So I said "Oh yeah, but I will." He said "why?" I said "When people quit drinking they join AA and smoke." Anyway, I'm now in Sioux Falls, SD. I don't know when I will be flying to Oklahoma but it will be soon so I will post an address then. From now on I can't receive stamps. Thanks everyone who wrote. I love you guys. I'll keep writing and let you know how it is on the inside, writing with bruised wrists.