Day 59 - 8/20/21 - Fri
- mainemoviepirate
- 3 days ago
- 3 min read
Journal Entry:
“Got a reasonable night’s sleep. I’m getting institutionalized. Awake at 5:15, up at 5:30. HLR drink, and in the room they call a Library, but it is not really one. It’s a classroom with a bookshelf with some books on it. Very few books. Anyway, apparently it got trashed again. J.K. put it back together again. Sigh. That’s why I couldn’t find my not-library book I was reading. Anyway again, working on this Journal, then probably Outer Justice, maybe some notes on last night’s movies. Almost to Day 60. I really have to tread lightly. Never show weakness or a signal I want to get the f*ck out of here. Don’t show my hand. Contact Steve, send documents to Prof. Lessig, contact EFF. And wait… (I’ve got lots of practice on waiting).
LUNCH: The once-dreaded fish day. I roll (literally) with it now. Took the alternative, some kind of bean something (ate very little), carrots (ate all), Orange (ate that for a change, but scored another one for reserve). Saved the roll to make a Gouda honey-spice chicken sandwich back in
my CubiCell.
‘Cause we got Commissary! Wahoo. It’s the little things. I actually didn’t get much. Did the napkin/plasticware gig and off to the ranch (CubiCell again). Finally got that pic of the SHU window copied, so I can send those entries home for safekeeping. Sh*t could go sideways any day here. Don’t want to lose anything I’ve created here. I’ve got this funny feeling bunch on the opposite side of my hernia. I hope it’s not a matching one. After seeing what happened to K.J., my faith in the medical department is at an all-time low here at FMC Devens. If I remember correctly, the first hernia wasn’t painful, just popped out and it was annoying. There is definite pain, if ever so slight, like a throbbing with this other side. So who knows?
SUPPER: Chicken Fried Rice.
I got pinched for putting pieces of chicken in a napkin by the Head CO of the kitchen. It kind of went like this: J.K. was sitting at the dining table across from me. I could tell by the look on his face that someone was behind me, while I was packing up the ‘chicken to go.’ The Head CO appeared right beside me, ‘What are you doing?’ ME: ‘Packing up some chicken to go.’ CO: ‘You know you’re not supposed to do that?’ ME: ‘No, I did not. I thought the kitchen crew could take food.’ CO: “No.” Then he walked away. I ate the chicken.
Your’re in my Seat: Again, didn’t watch a full movie, just bits and pieces, because the other inmates kept changing their minds. Saw the end of Contraband and the beginning of San Andreas. There was talk of Django Unchained and For Your Eyes Only, the Roger Moore James Bond. I went to my CubiCell, ate my chicken-less sandwich, and went to bed.”
Notes for Day 59 (Four Years Later)
A standard day with the highlight, or lowlight depending on how you see it, being me getting busted for attempting to take food out of the dining hall. So much for treading lightly. To be fair, I really didn’t know that I was breaking any rules. I had seen others take food right in front of staff, and some get sent back with an apple. It really depended on the C.O. This one was the big boss, and eventually, after I worked in the kitchen more, we ended up with a good working relationship. He even told the other inmates that he respected me because I was the only one who ‘busted my a** out there.’ (To also be fair, the dining hall workers were made up mostly of elderly and disabled inmates, so the competition wasn’t very stiff.) Damn I hope none of them read this!. Just kidding, they know I love ‘em.
But back to the food removal: technically, it was against the handbook of the camp. However, I also saw the same Head C.O. allow inmates to make pizzas on the weekend and deliver them to their (paying) customers in the barracks. And on most chicken days, all the extra went in the big plastic bowl with the main inmate cook, with the Head C.O.’s blessing. So basically, he ‘busted’ me that day because I did it right out in the open, in front of the other inmates and him. Basically, disrespecting him. That was a seriously important prison lesson right before my 60th day in.
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