Steven Dybvad – Personal Journal – December 10, 2012

by Steven Dybvad

Monday, December 10, 2012

I had a close call at the store today. When I got back to my block after leaving the store, the guard stopped me in my tracks. He said that the commissary guard called him and said that the prisoner behind me in line at the store told him I stole some of his items while checking out at the register. So, I had to stand there and wait for the commissary worker to walk down to my block to investigate me and my belongings. Of course, I knew that there was a mistake, because I didn’t steal anything from anybody and I never will. This is an old, yet all too familiar behavior, commonly related to substance addiction. This is a major part of my past life that I that I am completely through with, it’s behind me, but I will never ever forget about how I got to where I am today and where I am headed with the rest of my life. Anyway, while I’m standing there waiting for the store guard to arrive, the unit guard is steady ragging me about being a thief. Being defensive only would have made me look guilty, so I calmly and simply stated that I have no need to steal from anybody. When the other guard arrived he made me empty my purchased items right on the floor in front of many other prisoners. This made me very nervous for a couple of reasons. Even though I didn’t steal anything, I still could have gone to the hole if I had the same items as the other guy, or the guard just didn’t believe in felt like sending me to the hole for wasting his time. Fortunately I always hold onto my receipt and I didn’t have the same items that were said to be stolen. Just, another close call for me, just another day at Lebanon penitentiary for everyone else.

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