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October 2nd, 2004


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09:20 am - Visiting Day
Since I've been visiting my friend, the days have gotten shorter. I realized yesterday that when I started these weekly visits, it would be light enough to get sun in my eyes on the way home, while last night, it was dark already when I was on my way. I always drive over there with the radio on KZTQ ("We play whatever we want"), turned up full blast, trying to let the music drive the thoughts out of my head so that I can get there in a foggy cloud of nothing much at all.



I don't like to think about it, much. I just want to get there, take my number, check in, and go chat for the allotted half hour. Sometimes, it's inconsequentials: how we're progressing on our workout routines, what's going on at the office, techie stuff about networking or coding, how hard that one New York Times crossword puzzle was. Sometimes, it's more serious and in-depth philosophical or theological or political discussion: things like the nature of Faith and spirituality or the morality of drug legalization. The half-hour is almost never enough, especially on the days where the discussion gets serious. Just when it gets really interesting, it's time to go.

Rather, it's time for me to go. She, of course, has to stay.

Sometimes, when we're talking, I forget she's in jail, and it seems like old times with the arguments we used to get into. Sometimes both of us would switch sides in the middle, just to play devil's advocate, and sometimes, we'd just disagree strongly with each other. It was exhausting sometimes, our conversations, but always interesting.

When the visit is over, though, the surroundings make it pretty obvious that it's not like old times at all. I get off the small, metal stool in the visiting room, walk up the stairs, and down the long, sterile hallway painted with red, white, and blue lines to direct visitors to their particular area. It's cold in jail, and the hallway echoes with the sound of my footsteps. Even when there are other people near me, finished with their own visits, we're all somehow completely alone as we make our way back toward the outside. It's oppressive, the atmosphere. The ceilings seem lower than they are, and the whole place has a bizarre, too-brightly-lit aura to it.

I got up to the desk, and turned in my temporary visitor tag, at the same time retrieving my driver's license from the deputy on duty. Heaving a bit of a sigh, I started to walk toward the parking lot. I wanted to get back in my car, and let the music pound the sense out of my head. I needed that clarity.

On my way out, I passed a haggard and depressed-looking blonde woman carrying a little girl, maybe one or two years old. The woman didn't even seem to see me as she headed toward the visiting area. There was all the hopelessness and resignation in the world in her face. As we passed each other, the tiny little girl turned, looked me right in the eye, and gave me the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. The contrast between mother and daughter rocked me, and nearly stopped me in my tracks.

On the way home, the music was louder than ever.

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From:kungfubarbie
Date:October 2nd, 2004 09:59 am (UTC)
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*hugs*

i'm around if you want to talk. ;)
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From:cookiegirlie
Date:October 2nd, 2004 10:22 am (UTC)
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Wow.

You are such a talented writer.


* huggles *
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From:passion_nymph
Date:October 2nd, 2004 02:38 pm (UTC)
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All I can think to say is Thank you.

Thank you for sharing.
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From:histygirl
Date:October 2nd, 2004 03:17 pm (UTC)
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I am very sorry that i've come to LJ so late, and in so doing may have missed an opportunity to read the story before this one.

All i've got are Histy-skishes, but you may have as many as you'd like.
From:citizen_gkar
Date:October 2nd, 2004 03:41 pm (UTC)
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Got no witty rejoinders, sage advice or tepid in-the-middle rambling. Just some *hugs*.

So there you go. *more hugs*

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