the diana manifesto

I’ve been doing a lot better.
Friday night I got wasted with some of my best friends. It got to the point where the bouncers on Mill Ave wouldn’t let me into bars/clubs anymore. It was an awesome release.
Yesterday, I took the train and a bus a very long way to go visit my Bubbas. Anxious. Since Devonae, his niece, is only 12, she had to submit her application with mine. “Miss Robles, are you a U.S. citizen?” “Yes.” He told us to wait until the computer cleared him for a visit and then we’d get to go in.
Are they actually gonna let me see him? I was thinking to myself. Online, I had discovered I’m technically banned from visiting anyone at a Maricopa jail for a year. Stupid Arpaio and his stupid rules.
He call us up. “It looks like we have a problem.”. He found it. I was hoping for a glitch in the system. “is there any way you can make an exception? I’m moving out of state tomorrow and this is the last time I’ll see him.” He shook his head and said he was sorry.
It sucks. These are my last few days in the state and I can’t even see my best friend. I didn’t have a chance to talk to him until yesterday. He told his aunt to have be at his house at 7pm, he’d call. I was there, and he did. We talked for about two hours, every fourteen minutes “your call will end in 60 seconds.” “Hold on babe, I’m gonna hang up and call back.”
I felt so much better. I missed his voice, I’ve been so worried and sad the last few days.
“You gotta come back for Rockstar Mayhem. Please tell me you will. I gotta see you again soon.” Pause. “The last time we saw each other… We can’t make that our last time.”
Hopefully, if life allows it. I’m hoping that he’s ok come Wednesday.

I left feeling refreshed. I even tipped the barista at Dutch Bros $2 and was nice to the hobo talking to me while I was waiting for the orbit bus.

Now its time to pack. I’ve barely packed at all and my family is coming today.

Bubbas :(

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