My last few weeks here. So tonight I went for a walk with my radio, headphones, stamps, and eyeglasses. The only option I have for keeping my possessions is to carry them!

I carry my radio to meals, but I cannot fit my headphones in my pocket, so they stay in my locker. I am not sure if I will risk typing again.

Anyhow, the last few weeks here are going to be a drag. But on the other hand, it confirms that one really does need to cast the bright light of truth on the operations of prisons!

I am sorry that there are good people in here (both inmates and staff), but the system promotes "bad" behavior. True, I have a vested self-interest, but that does not negate the experience.

I am going to go find some candy and a soda or two for the rest of the evening.

Now it is 8:26 PM and Pipe Dreams is on. I thought I would see what random thoughts I have to write.

I am really getting pissed at the obvious stress building up, as my "release" date gets closer. I have still not mailed my stuff out yet. If I wait too much longer it could all end up trashed, but I know that and still I wait.

Well, the books that you have sent are all read, and I have found second and third generation readers for most of them. I thank you and they do too. Boy, they will miss me when I am gone.

Well, let me mail this before it is totally unreadable.

P.S. Prince Igor by Alexander Borodin is the NPR Saturday afternoon opera.
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