11.10.03
| 8:52 p.m.
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I went to see Slippy today. He looked pretty good... despite the conditions. Originally, I went down to the capital region to run another errand completely unrelated to Slippy. I was over two hours away from home, and in a strange area I had never traveled to... and the most bizarre feeling washed over me.
So I am headed home, and I decide to stop. I am nervous... I don't know what's going to happen. I know it's probably not a visitation day... what are the odds that I would get in during a visitation time?
I walked in to the lobby and was immediately overwhelmed at how drab this place was. I wasn't expecting a palace or anything, but this was too much. I told the Sherrif at the front who I was, and what amazing feat I was trying to accomplish. To my amazement, she was sympathetic to my plight and pulled strings to get me back there! I had to practically strip... and then she told me to remove my nosering. Oh shit! I told her it was just pierced and there was no way I could get it out. She told me that if I didn't take it out, she wasn't calling back for him. I struggled and twisted and tugged and pulled... fucking thing stayed put. She noticed that it wasn't coming out, so she said, "You can go in with it in, but you better come out with it in!" What am I gonna do with a goddamn nose screw?
So I go in through multiple steel electric gates... a labyrinth of sliding steel, and finally I am met by a gaurd. He instructs me on where to sit. I walk past all the tables where inmates can sit out in the open and talk to friends and family, over to a tiny window with metal mesh near the bottom. This is it...
Slippy comes in, and still has no idea who is here. He bends down and sees me, and the biggest smile I have ever seen comes across his face and tears pour down his cheeks.
He told me how weird he had been feeling all day. He said he knew I was around... he could feel it. I knew he would. We talked about everything in our 45 minutes... we cried and laughed... he pressed his face against the glass... It was such a wonderful feeling to see him. I can't deny how much I love him... and yet... he did so many horrible things. My heart is torn. I feel so lost and confused. I want nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But yet... is that the best thing for me and Baby Girl?
I just don't know... and that is where the story really begins...
