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Despite being lucky enough to have a great cellmate, severe depression hit me like a rogue wave. Despite Brandon making me laugh from time to time, most of the time, I had almost no energy for the routine daily activities. I just wanted to sleep most of the time. The medical staff would see me briefly because of the nervous breakdown that I suffered in California, which was well documented before I arrived. They prescribed me a ton of medications instead of combining medication with therapy. I was prescribed about twenty different pills that they started giving me everyday. I felt like a zombie, shuffling in and out of consciousness, but I just took the medications in the forlorn hope that I would feel better.

I guess not being able to think clearly while I was up was better than the depression. I did not fully understand that I was getting into a bad situation that was slowly getting worse. I usually just woke up to get my medications and sometimes to eat. I wasn't really too hungry most of the time, which was weird because on the streets I always was very active and thus, ate heavily as my body burned calories like a torch, especially after the gym. I felt fat despite the fact that the other inmates told me it looked like I was losing weight and was getting really skinny. My body dysmorphia joined my depression leading to that little voice once again taking over. Once again, I considered ending it all and just kill myself. A simple task like walking over to get my medications was barely possible as I just didn't have the energy.

One evening, when I woke up for my medications, I noticed that there was a large legal size envelope with a package in it so I grabbed it and put it on my bunk and went in line for the medications. When I got back, I opened it up and it was another indictment. This time both my dad and I were being indicted. The indictment dealt with some properties that my dad and his partner sold as investments to two different people while I was living in New York.

According to the indictment, I was being accused of promising these two buyers "good tenants" and "good homes". I had never seen the properties, but knew my dad put Section 8 tenants in the properties. Promising "good tenants" is something that I would never do because Section 8 tenants are not the highest caliber tenants, plus you can never guarantee anyone to be a "good tenant." People lose their jobs all the time and life sometimes just happens. There are never any guarantees in life, so that is something that I would have never said, especially since I had been a landlord in Indiana for a while. I knew that it was hard to deal with tenants over there. South Bend and Indianapolis are both cities in the thralls of post industrial decline with a lot of violent crime. The caliber of Section 8 tenants available and the crime rate is out of the realm of my control, but according to the indictment that wasn't the case. If they didn't have a lifetime of good tenants or a lifetime of no maintenance issues in the rental unit that they purchased, it was my fault even though not only was it out of my control. On top of that, I was not directly involved in any of the purchases pertaining to the four counts that I was charged.