Day 16 - 7/8/21 - Thursday.
- mainemoviepirate
- Jul 8
- 3 min read
Actual Journal Entry:
“Virtually no sleep; worst night ever. ‘E’ went to Camp. Thank-fcking-God. He was about to lose his sht. Twenty-three days—crazy. Solo cell now. Not sure how long. We’ll see how it goes; a lot of moving around in this place. The only thing I’ve got going for me is not many campers. And we are paired based on our destination/custody rating. Real (kind of) Solitary Confinement. I still have many screaming and constant guard watch. Now to wait for my turn. I really only want to go to the camp for the phone & email. Maybe go outside once in a while. Maybe get more news (like the Bitcoin price; I haven’t heard it since coming in here!). I guess there’s a number of reasons, and some I may not yet know about. I’ve decided to make these journal rewrites two-sided.
I am getting low on paper, and getting anything extra out of the COs is like pulling teeth with really deep roots. Since I am mailing these journals home for preservation, I like to put only three pages in an envelope; they fit in the crack under the cell door easier. I was hesitant to do so because sometimes it’s hard to read writing on both sides of the paper. But if I try to write lighter and neater, it should be no problem.
Funny how the Null Ideas are flowing naturally. I know I already mentioned this in previous entries, but it bears repeating: Make Hay while the Sun is Shining!
LUNCH: It’s Left-Over Thursday. Nasty Taco mix over Potato Wedges, cheese, carrots. I ate some, but my stomach didn’t enjoy it.
Seems real quiet here now. ‘E’ said I would hate it here by myself, but so far, I like it. I don’t know. I might feel differently in a couple of days, but for now, I really enjoy it here by myself. Worked out with a 3-2 count, took a shower. Basically chilling, awaiting supper and bed now.
SUPPER: Nasty, nasty dog-food like stuff with vegetables in it. Bubba and Sissy would have loved it, “You wasted it!?! Treat-Man!!!” I ate the roll with cheese on it and the green beans. I finished ‘E’s chips he left here.
Man, if this represents the food they serve at the Camp, I am definitely going to lose weight.
Worked on Null a little, but too tired and not much flowing from the creative realm. Going to bed early.
FROM THE HALL: “You really FUCKED UP this time, __________! You’re going to be here in the SHU till October!” Someone walking down the hall yelled back to an inmate in a cell. Ouch. And with that, Good Night.”
Notes for Day 16 (Four Years Later)
I notice how my first solo day in the SHU resulted in a much longer and more detailed journal entry. When I think back, one of my regrets was not doing a more detailed documentation overall. There are things I remember that I never put in the actual journal. For example, I know I accidentally hit the emergency button twice while ‘E’ was still in the cell. If I even went close to the door, he would freak out, "Get away from that button! Don’t even go near it!"
I wasn’t the only inmate in the SHU with an emergency button problem. I remember the CO “Game Time” slamming into the row, screaming, "There better be someone DEAD on the floor by the time I get down there!"
All in all, while there was a lot of uncertainty at this point about being "alone," I was feeling pretty relaxed. I now "owned" this 6x9 space—my own space and my own rules, well, until the guards came knocking. And I really loved how much time I could dedicate to writing, but I had no idea how much time I was about to gain, and I was about to learn that very soon.
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