You need to get an AIDS test within six months of your release date and I have passed mine.
That is no surprise since I was tested when I started and I have had no sexual encounters with any members of the opposite sex, or the same sex for that matter, and have not done any IV drugs.
So that just puts me one step closer to the door. The question remains, is it the door to freedom or just another "gated community"?
It is now 8:10 PM and I am feeling the pain of the twelve laps I did on the track from 6:00 to 7:00 PM. I skipped yesterday and had a prior record of four consecutive days with four to eight laps per day. It’s the first time in too long for me to get any serious exercise.
The brewing thing here is hard to be specific on due to the non-involvement on my part in any activity that is remotely related. The only alcohol that has passed my lips since March of 1996 is the sip of wine my Dad gave me via the communion he shared with me while I was in the County Jail.
That place was really strange.
Dad and Mom had driven down, and Dad came up to visit. They never even questioned Dad's credentials or realized that he was my father.
The normal visiting procedure had the visitors separated by thick glass and conversing via a telephone. They allowed clergy to visit on the same side of the glass with the prisoner. We both cried as we shared the bread and wine.
Such a bunch of softies!
I will tell you that when the officers find any homebrew, they dump it out in the storm drain right outside the housing unit, and if there is no rain for a few days, the aroma is quite pungent.
The only thing that surprises me is that I have never seen any inmate licking the storm drain grate or coming up with some sort of long straw and drinking from the drain!