If you’re reading this, its only by the shear tenacity that its being written… I can’t see what it is that I’m writing.  No, I’m not blind, but I truly can’t see the words as I write them into my tablet… the one piece of technology I’m allowed to have, to have a voice. What the hell is this all about you might ask? Lemme explain…

Several weeks ago, my tablet stated having power issues. It’s the same tablet I’ve had for about five years. As the power issue progressed, the battery started to swell. One day, the swelling shattered the screen… two weeks later, it swelled so bad, it cracked the case. I did what I needed to do to stop the swelling, but I was left with a device I could just barely use. At the start of my problems, I ordered a new tablet from the sole vendor that provides the monopolized service to Washington prisons. And I waited for the item I paid for….for weeks now…

In the meantime, it has completely eroded contact with loved ones. They are still there, but they have to wait on this sole vendor to come through on contracted commitments it made to me. I was told my tablet shipped in April. Imagine if Amazon did that to you…. shipped in April and told you to eff yourself in June when you still didn’t get what you paid for. Needless to say, I haven’t blogged, because I had to learn how to maneuver writing while blind. I can’t tell you how upset I get knowing that a exploitive monopoly has a boot on my voice box. If you thought Covid destroys community connection, try being punked for a couple hundred bucks along the way…

Forgive my typos and misspellings here. I was simply craving a creative outlet and I miss having a voice… A voice shattered by a swollen battery and shit customer service. That’s been my communication breakdown….

by Rory Andes