Prison Pete

Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I am still here. Here being my humble corner cube. I am really tired, and do not know how long I will be able to type this letter. It is snowing for the first time this winter, and they are forecasting some accumulation. I just finished reading an article about Windham ski area in Wednesday's Times.

One of the two guys I mentioned the attack to ended up mentioning it to Officer Lewis, the usual day shift officer. This was just before he was going home. He mentioned that he might have the little TV be "Out of Order" all day tomorrow. I told him since I still did not who did this or why, I did not want to make matters worse by having the appearance of me being a rat and telling the officer.

I have not played my keyboard at all today as I can not afford to isolate my senses. I am currently typing this letter without listening to the radio, and instead of standing at the edge of my cube with my back to the room, I am sitting on my bunk facing everyone. I am going to have to go sit out in the Rec room between 10:00 PM and 11:30 PM which is when the dorm lights are out and more than likely I will end up nodding off. At 11:30 PM I will have to come into the dorm, and will be able to keep my light on till 1:00 AM.

I have moved my mattress around so my head is back up at the corner of the cube as opposed to up against the large locker. The reason I moved in the first place is the wall heater is way too much hot air to have my head near. On the other hand, this way I will be better able to protect myself from another surprise attack.

In the past what has happened when a fight occurred that was not caught by an officer, an inmate would drop a note to the sergeant and I would end up in a different dorm.

So where am I safety wise? I have no idea. The casual prodding of a few of the other inmates lets me know that by now everyone knows that something happened. As I said last night I know several inmates saw it happen, but none of them have said anything to me. After I returned from work, I took my shower so as to avoid finding myself in the shower later on tonight.

But after the 3:00 count I ended up helping a few inmates with the various questions they have when trying to decipher department paperwork. Life goes on, use whoever you can while he is still here, do not reach out to help. The real puzzler about this particular incident is that I have not had even the mildest type of argument with anyone here. That sort of leads me to believe that someone has taken it upon themselves to interpret some action of mine as a negative that he must correct.

I signed the consent form today for the rest of my nose job, and only hope it does not occur before Christmas. My nose is finally pain free and I would like to enjoy that for the holidays. Also the time away from my keyboard as I work on putting some of the hymns into the memory would put a real crimp in my practice time.

I am assuming that this recent trouble will blow over. Officer Lewis will be working tomorrow, and I know if he figures out who the trouble maker is he will ship him out. Of course that could lead to some thinking I ratted the perpetrator out, but since I have told a few inmates I still do not know who did it, hopefully that will act in my favor. And while no one has come forward to name the guy, I think I still have a positive reputation with most of the inmates here. After all I did get them a new TV and keep the electric stove top in working order.

Well that is all for now, if anything occurs overnight I will add a note in the morning. If there is no note, assume I managed to get some sleep and stay tuned for the next update which will leave here Monday morning. At least for the short term I will communicate more frequently unless I do get moved and unable to write.

My mind is about to shut down, and I am going to keep myself awake by plopping in front of TV. That is the safest place to be. The problem with not knowing who the shithead is is he may be out at school or in the Rec yard now and I could safely catch up on some of my missing sleep. But alas, no such luck.
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