Prison Pete
Monday, February 07, 2005
Maximum.
Well, I went out today. I managed to carve out a 24’ x 4’ area to walk in and not disturb the handball players. Four guys play handball and four other guys basically stood around and watched.
While I was out I got called back inside to see Mr. C., the counselor. He basically says absolutely nothing and hands me a piece of paper saying I am classified as Maximum.
He has my note about the sentence error in front of him and still he asks me what the problem is. I explain that my sentence should be five to fifteen, not fifteen to thirty.
He says well I would have to write to the Feds to get it straightened out. Duh. I explain one more time. It is not a Federal problem. He then says I should write to Inmate Records for a clarification. What means this, clarification?
This guy has sunk the level of staff helpfulness to a new low. I asked him if my sentence was five to fifteen would I still be Max, and he said yes.
That certainly scares the shit out of me. Here I am in prison with guys doing life sentences. Yeah, I feel safe.
So, today I will write to Inmate Records and the Head Counselor. I will ask the Head Counselor if my custody can be lowered based on both the corrected sentence and the fact that I have completed ten years in a Federal Medium Security institution without any infractions or discipline problems.
I could also spit into the wind and tug on Superman’s cape! And all this before 11:00 AM on Friday.
Oh, I guess I will write to the Counselor and also ask him about getting my test scores just for laughs. I could use one right about now.
Although it is a little long to be outdoors without any music or conversation, and the cold makes one want to piss, (not an option) I guess I will try it for a few more days. I have got to do something.
Since I think they follow the meatless Friday thing here, I will see which meal I will substitute the tuna for. Last Friday night was a really vile salmon cake, so I will probably eat lunch.
Lunch was actually pretty tasty - stewed tomatoes, mac & cheese with plenty of cheese sauce, applesauce, and four slices of white bread. Yeah, the walking helped.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. I have started bringing a glass of water to the meal and passing on the bug juice. That has stopped my coughing fits while eating.
They placed the bread right on top of the macaroni, so I left the one slice in there and added the tomatoes. The meals are served to us on a 10" x 8" x 4"deep tray divided into three sections. One section is half the tray and the other half is divided in half again. They kind of lay the bread and spoon on top of the entrée.
At least in the Feds they had two of those trays, one hot and one cold. The cold tray usually had the dessert, salad, napkin, and "spork."
Here we do not get salad unless it is one of the sides, and we get no napkin either. Although I could have taken the tray back to my cell and mixed in tuna, I have decided to wait to see what tonight’s dinner brings.
For now I am going to read a bit and then go out at the afternoon Rec just to get writing supplies, paper and some more envelopes to do all the staff writing I need to do.
While I was out I got called back inside to see Mr. C., the counselor. He basically says absolutely nothing and hands me a piece of paper saying I am classified as Maximum.
He has my note about the sentence error in front of him and still he asks me what the problem is. I explain that my sentence should be five to fifteen, not fifteen to thirty.
He says well I would have to write to the Feds to get it straightened out. Duh. I explain one more time. It is not a Federal problem. He then says I should write to Inmate Records for a clarification. What means this, clarification?
This guy has sunk the level of staff helpfulness to a new low. I asked him if my sentence was five to fifteen would I still be Max, and he said yes.
That certainly scares the shit out of me. Here I am in prison with guys doing life sentences. Yeah, I feel safe.
So, today I will write to Inmate Records and the Head Counselor. I will ask the Head Counselor if my custody can be lowered based on both the corrected sentence and the fact that I have completed ten years in a Federal Medium Security institution without any infractions or discipline problems.
I could also spit into the wind and tug on Superman’s cape! And all this before 11:00 AM on Friday.
Oh, I guess I will write to the Counselor and also ask him about getting my test scores just for laughs. I could use one right about now.
Although it is a little long to be outdoors without any music or conversation, and the cold makes one want to piss, (not an option) I guess I will try it for a few more days. I have got to do something.
Since I think they follow the meatless Friday thing here, I will see which meal I will substitute the tuna for. Last Friday night was a really vile salmon cake, so I will probably eat lunch.
Lunch was actually pretty tasty - stewed tomatoes, mac & cheese with plenty of cheese sauce, applesauce, and four slices of white bread. Yeah, the walking helped.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. I have started bringing a glass of water to the meal and passing on the bug juice. That has stopped my coughing fits while eating.
They placed the bread right on top of the macaroni, so I left the one slice in there and added the tomatoes. The meals are served to us on a 10" x 8" x 4"deep tray divided into three sections. One section is half the tray and the other half is divided in half again. They kind of lay the bread and spoon on top of the entrée.
At least in the Feds they had two of those trays, one hot and one cold. The cold tray usually had the dessert, salad, napkin, and "spork."
Here we do not get salad unless it is one of the sides, and we get no napkin either. Although I could have taken the tray back to my cell and mixed in tuna, I have decided to wait to see what tonight’s dinner brings.
For now I am going to read a bit and then go out at the afternoon Rec just to get writing supplies, paper and some more envelopes to do all the staff writing I need to do.
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