The snow is coming down now as I look out into the courtyard. The guy directly opposite the table I am sitting at, who has been here five years and gave me some insight into the place last night, is currently taking a nap. I am beginning to wonder just how much time I will be able to "politely" use the typewriter. Then again, I suppose I could just become a bad ass and say tough shit!
So I have found the library which has a pretty good selection of paperbacks, plus we can access the main prison library by written request. We have a courtyard where smoking is allowed that is open from 8:00 AM to 11:00 PM, except for count and meal times. They actually have one of the three TVs out in courtyard, and as I write this there are inmates bundled up watching it. It's kind of like a drive-in movie theatre for Eskimos!
We have two indoor TV rooms that I have not stepped foot in yet; one is dedicated to sports and the other, general viewing. We get to watch current video releases on Friday nights at 6:00 PM and another on Saturdays at 1:00 PM and 6:00 PM. They apparently get R-rated movies here, so maybe I will catch some of them.
George, my 60-year-old cellmate from the other night, is also here. To say he is driving me crazy and totally in the wrong frame of mind is an understatement! Time to take a break; I'll be back in a bit.
It is now 5:00 PM. I got two NY Times last week and your letter at mail call today. My ever-present shadow George stopped by as I was reading your letter and noticed the NY Times and asked for the second read and sort of complained about me ignoring him all day. God, I did an hour of walking. He lost his coat in transit so he could not go out anyhow. Then I spent most of the day reading and napping.
Now 7:00 PM and I just finished my response to your letter. Oops, I missed the 6:00 PM news hour with George in the TV room. I did give him both of my NY Times to read at 4:00 PM after his whining, telling him I had enough to write to keep me busy and he might as well read them while I was working on getting this letter out.
I hope that this letter does go out in Friday's mail. I tried calling your cell phone last night but I only had your name on the visiting list, not your phone number! So hopefully by now you have figured out that I moved. If not, you should by Saturday or Monday at the latest.