On the Draft. Well, it looks like the system wins again! By the time you read this, I will no longer be here.

I got the word at 2:00 PM today that I am "on the draft." That means that sometime in the next couple of hours, they will be taking me downstairs to inventory all my property and then return me to my cell. Tomorrow morning at 5:00 AM, I will be awakened and taken downstairs to board a bus or a van for shipment to points unknown.

I will send you a letter as soon as I can. I might be able to make a "free call" but there is no point spending money on a collect call.

You could probably call the prison and maybe they will tell you where I am. Do not worry if you sent a letter, according to more experienced inmates, the forwarding system works great.

So for now, I need to see if I can take my open peanut butter, etc. and how to pack my medicines.

The inmate next door, Vinnie, is saying I cannot take anything that has been opened. While I do not have much peanut butter, mustard, or hot sauce, it would be nice to have some stuff before I am able to shop at commissary.

Obviously, it is in Vinnie's interest to tell me about no opened stuff, and asking the CO when he comes around at shift change could be awkward unless they let him out first since he is a porter.

I will leave out some peanut butter and a can of OJ to have when they wake me up in the morning. Well, let me start packing in case they call me sooner rather than later.  ¶ 11:10 PM