Never Meant To Sell
I made it! With 29 seconds to spare! I'm sitting here congratulating myself that I managed to
pour myself some mountain dew, quickly nosh on some tortilla chips, and start up my lap-top all before
the start of the new year. I do not type very quickly so you can probably guess at this point that we are
already in the start of a new year. The year is now 2013. This is the year that I am predicting that I will
be homeless. They say that 13 is a very unlucky number and my gut instinct is telling me that my
misfortune is coming. If it didn't come then I would make it come. Yes I am just that crazy.
I have a rare mental condition known as schizophrenia and I'm more paranoid than a one legged
dog expected to do some kind of trick like jumping through a ring of fire in front of a live audience.
Even as I write this story I am convinced that right now the government is spying on me via their
satellites in outer space. I'm so paranoid right now that I am convinced that the government has the
ability to change the scripts on demand with any given television show. They do this to plant fear. To
plant fear and bully schizophrenics like me. I am not worried though because you know why? I have
God. Now they have the actors on television laughing at me as I try to write this story. Everything they
do just seems so immature to me. I am only into the second paragraph of this story and already the
government has some sort of remote control that shuts this lap-top down. But I still have to tell this
My name is Blake Ryan Steidler. To the best of my knowledge there is only one of me in all of
the United States. I guess I should be proud of my name but over the years I have come to the
conclusion that my parents had too much free time on their hands to give me an uncanny name like
Blake. If they would have been in a hurry I'm sure I would have been bestowed a name like Bob,Joe, or
even just another John. But God has blessed me with a name like Blake, so a Blake I shall be.
12/25/2011 CHRISTMAS IN JAIL
Today is the birthday of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ. I am in an 8x10 ft cell all by myself
this special Christmas morning. It is not my first Christmas in jail but it is one that I will definitely
always remember. I am stuck in this cell pretty much all day except for meal times and a few
opportunities to use the phone. But there's a huge problem. Nobody will accept any of my phone calls.
Unlike the federal prisons I used to do time in these county jails only seem to allow collect calls and I
am not worth a $7.00 phone call to anyone in the world. I am 30 years old,single, and already 20
pounds lighter from when I first entered this jail two months ago. I am not in solitary confinement
because of my bad behavior. I am in solitary confinement because I've been forgotten by my superiors
who dictate the special housing section of the jail that they use for processing. I am being processed
because I am returning from another county jail where my crime was committed just 82 miles away.