Day 50 - 8/11/21 - Wed.
- mainemoviepirate
- Sep 11
- 4 min read
Journal Entry:
“Ugh. I am going to go back to the old adjustment, got like 1.1 hours sleep. There is some risk, but if I don’t get sleep, I am more likely to do something stupid. I did dream, though. There may have been more to it, but what I remember is T. & her friend/neighbor were going out drinking. In the dream, I was not happy, which surprises me because in real life I would not be upset.
I went to the bathroom at like 3 AM. A bunch of inmates from the other side of camp were running around the bathroom on both sides. We shared the bathroom space with the 'ghetto' side of the camp, with rows of semi-working showers separating the two sides. But the entire bathroom was neutral territory after 12 AM. An older guy who had been in for murder but now was serving time for something else came up to me and said, ‘There’s no water on this side. They broke the fcking toilet.’ There was water covering the floor, like a small lake. And all the stalls were all taped up. I shook my head. The sht these guys get into after the midnight hour. I got water in one of the urinals; who knows? This morning at 8 AM, the tape was all gone, and P.B. (who was kind of an inmate Camp Handyman) was working on the disabled toilet. Crazy kids. Skipped breakfast, slept somewhat till 8 AM, read the Danny Trejo book. Went to my AM kitchen gig.
LUNCH: Turkey Burger (with proper enhancements: ketchup/mustard), whole wheat roll, Potato Wedges (put some in reserve), Big Nasty Onions (tossed out). They ran out of Bread Pudding by the time I got there. Just as well; that sh*t is actually good. Too good. Big Lunch.
The after-lunch matinee (while J.K. and I rolled plasticware in napkins) was Part XII of how Lo Mein takes a verbal thrashing for being stupid and/or doing something stupid. On today’s episode, Lo Mein’s misadventures has him cleaning something with chemicals right next to the food on the counter. J.K. and I put the rush on the task at hand and got out of there before it got really ugly. It was heading there as we heard more and louder screaming as we headed down the hall.
In other depressing news, a major book purge in the library. I mean, they wiped it out. If I wasn’t trying to stay invisible, I’d try to do something about it. Real Fahrenheit 451 stuff; it makes me sick. I knew I should have looked harder for Koontz’s Frankenstein book five. Damn. T. sent an email. I’m calling her today at 5:30. I guess she liked the ‘I like you’ card. She said she knew I was proud of myself. While working on Outer Justice, I had another courtroom idea. Maybe a short story:
IDEA: A satire about a trial system in an alternate universe, where the cases are decided on how entertaining each side’s story is. Ex: The Jury is the viewing audience. It’s probably been done many times. Can I add anything to it? What were the stories/films? Hmmm…
SUPPER: Chef Salad, beets. I don’t remember what else. Saved some chicken, bread.
Went outside for the White Supremacy with H.L. meeting. Nice night for such a hot day. I’m not going to call T. so much, not that I call her a lot now, compared to some people here that are always on the phone. Maybe the free 500 minutes has something to do with it. Ate my first meal made out of leftovers. An inmate named ‘Smoke’ gave me a plastic bowl, since I can’t seem to get one from Commissary. Potato Wedges, chicken (or turkey), and hot sauce with a little cheese.”
Notes for Day 50 (Four Years Later)
Long entry with lots of drama, from the after-midnight shenanigans in the bathroom to the almost daily Lo Mein "corrections" to the book purge and finally my most reserved feelings about T.
While there is a lot to talk about, I am simply going to say that the “I like you” card was kind of an in-joke with us. And while I know I saved the poem, I can’t find it in my journal or anywhere else. Maybe I’ll publish it someday, but since it’s a personal thing, maybe not. When I said I didn’t think I would call her so much, it’s because I felt really depressed about missing her and her puppies. She had two Bernese Mountain Dogs that I became very close to, since T. and I reconnected in 2019 and started hanging out a lot during COVID and all through my pre-trial, and before I self-reported.
Now, four years later, one of her dogs, Bubba, has just passed away. It is incredibly sad, and we are still in mourning. He had incredible energy and a great personality. But one thing I realized is that my original release date is still several weeks away. If I hadn’t done the programming and RDAP, he would have died while I was still in prison. Which, as devastating as his loss is now, it would have been a thousand times worse for me if I was still in there. At least, I got to spend more time with him before he left us to run free in a better place.
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