Prison Pete
Sunday, September 19, 2004
What my day was like.
We are going to fly without a net here: writing by hand, small size paper, no lines, no spell check. Let us see how long I can keep up the readability.
Like everything here at Club Fed, today was really drawn out. There was some fog at 6:00 AM, and by 6:45 AM the food slots in our door were opened and a small blueberry muffin, low fat mixed fruit cereal bar, and a 4 oz. container of reconstituted orange juice were passed in.
Even though the fog was gone by 7:00 AM, our doors were kept locked till 9:00 AM. Then they dawdled away the rest of the morning till they started calling lunch at 11:00 AM. They never had the usual lunchtime move to Rec, so I was stuck in the unit till 1:45 PM when they finally called general work call.
The other way this is sometimes handled is the doors open around 9:00 AM and work calls are called so quickly that one does not have any time for the old "S, S, and S" morning tasks!
The point is one never knows which way the day will run!
I did get five books in the mail, thank you, and found two excited inmates for the Western and the TEXAS books. I am going to start the Kellerman book "Monster" today. I still have to read the James Bond books.
I did six laps this evening down at Rec in some pretty humid conditions and got all nice and sweaty. I returned to shower and make some rice and mackerel.
I called Mom and Dad at home this morning. Mom tells me she "thinks" she fell asleep at the wheel driving home from church, and totaled her car! She walked away from the crash and did not seek medical attention. She said they would not be replacing the car, and Mom said she would not be driving for a while! Dad echoed, yes, a long while!
This is just what I was afraid of. So much for the visits from Mom and Dad.
So that was what my day was like.
Like everything here at Club Fed, today was really drawn out. There was some fog at 6:00 AM, and by 6:45 AM the food slots in our door were opened and a small blueberry muffin, low fat mixed fruit cereal bar, and a 4 oz. container of reconstituted orange juice were passed in.
Even though the fog was gone by 7:00 AM, our doors were kept locked till 9:00 AM. Then they dawdled away the rest of the morning till they started calling lunch at 11:00 AM. They never had the usual lunchtime move to Rec, so I was stuck in the unit till 1:45 PM when they finally called general work call.
The other way this is sometimes handled is the doors open around 9:00 AM and work calls are called so quickly that one does not have any time for the old "S, S, and S" morning tasks!
The point is one never knows which way the day will run!
I did get five books in the mail, thank you, and found two excited inmates for the Western and the TEXAS books. I am going to start the Kellerman book "Monster" today. I still have to read the James Bond books.
I did six laps this evening down at Rec in some pretty humid conditions and got all nice and sweaty. I returned to shower and make some rice and mackerel.
I called Mom and Dad at home this morning. Mom tells me she "thinks" she fell asleep at the wheel driving home from church, and totaled her car! She walked away from the crash and did not seek medical attention. She said they would not be replacing the car, and Mom said she would not be driving for a while! Dad echoed, yes, a long while!
This is just what I was afraid of. So much for the visits from Mom and Dad.
So that was what my day was like.
Comments:
hae your read this book?
you got nothing coming by jimmy a lerner
You Got Nothing Coming, Jimmy A. Lerner's memoir of his first year (of a possible 12) as an inmate in a Nevada state prison, is a shocking, hilarious, and heartbreaking narrative of a world both parallel to and absolutely alien from the one most readers inhabit. With deft, economical prose, Lerner, a middle-aged former marketing director for a major corporation, introduces us to his fellow inmates--swastika-tattooed skinheads, Wiccans, methamphetamine addicts, and fashion-conscious prostitutes, among others--as well as a multitude of prisoner scams, nonexistent but on-the-books rehab programs, and the life-or-death intricacies of the convict code of etiquette. Lerner's ear for prison language is pitch-perfect, and much of what we learn comes directly from the mouths of the incarcerated. Lerner has, in effect, written a nonfiction novel, one artfully laced with mordant humor and by turns tender, caustic, insightful, and relentlessly candid.
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you got nothing coming by jimmy a lerner
You Got Nothing Coming, Jimmy A. Lerner's memoir of his first year (of a possible 12) as an inmate in a Nevada state prison, is a shocking, hilarious, and heartbreaking narrative of a world both parallel to and absolutely alien from the one most readers inhabit. With deft, economical prose, Lerner, a middle-aged former marketing director for a major corporation, introduces us to his fellow inmates--swastika-tattooed skinheads, Wiccans, methamphetamine addicts, and fashion-conscious prostitutes, among others--as well as a multitude of prisoner scams, nonexistent but on-the-books rehab programs, and the life-or-death intricacies of the convict code of etiquette. Lerner's ear for prison language is pitch-perfect, and much of what we learn comes directly from the mouths of the incarcerated. Lerner has, in effect, written a nonfiction novel, one artfully laced with mordant humor and by turns tender, caustic, insightful, and relentlessly candid.
