High spots of prison life? OK, so you want some high spots of prison life?

There are a few:

Walking in the Rec Yard when the temperature is 20 below zero and no one else is out there;

Being able to be alone with one's thoughts;

Taking a shower.

Yeah, we have individual shower booths at the ends of the unit. They are about 3’ x 6’ with a door that starts about one foot off the floor and goes six feet up. They are built into the corners so that people upstairs cannot look down inside.

So, being in the shower is the closest to true, naked privacy one can get here, unless your cellie gets himself thrown into the Hole, which happened to me a month or so ago.

That was true peace, being locked in the room each night all by myself!

But all good things come to an end, and my snoring, gas-passing, good old country boy is now back in the room with me.

I will write some more (and hopefully more coherent) stuff as this wonderful week progresses.

Although we did not get the tornados this past Sunday, we did get about fifteen minutes of ping pong ball sized hail.

I was debating with a staff member about what would happen if we were out in the Rec Yard and got dumped 100 feet outside the fence by a tornado, could we be responsible for an Act of God?

Well, they sent us all back to our units to be sure that no one was forced to handle that dilemma.

One continues to hope for a life outside the fence, because it is tough to call this stuff inside here LIFE.
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