I Come to Know my Enviornment (And the People)

Smitty “sneaked” back in to E mod the following evening, no fanfare, no announcement; just there he was in the back of the day room, sitting quietly looking teary-eyed like a spanked puppy. A lot of his bravado was gone. His normal space at the “head table” close to the TV remote was inhabited byContinue reading “I Come to Know my Enviornment (And the People)”

Unfortunately, I Come to Know My Enviornment and the People

There is a rhythm to life, and life at Solano County is no different. The past couple of weeks, perhaps four to five, have been relatively quiet. I could sense that we were due to have some excitement, if nothing but in the form of a confrontation between two inmates. The source of the frictionContinue reading “Unfortunately, I Come to Know My Enviornment and the People”

The Place I Now Call Home (5)

The past two nights, however, have demonstrated a significant kink in my “spiritual and emotional armor”. I am unable to fight off the negative thoughts, a habit that had served me well. There can be no doubt that the best habit one can develop is the habit of” looking on the better side of things”.Continue reading “The Place I Now Call Home (5)”

The Place I Now Call Home (3)

I have taken – more out of necessity than contrariness – to corresponding less and less with my friends on the outside. It is not so much that I do not miss them – for I most certainly do – but rather as a protection against the psychological warfare inflicted by the Guards. They controlContinue reading “The Place I Now Call Home (3)”

The Place I Call Home (2)

There are two young black guys, inmates, who are working off time and allowed special privileges, like five hours each day of unlock time, who now work in E module. They deliver meals and keep the place tidy. They both are young, about 21 years of age. The lighter skinned one has over the pastContinue reading “The Place I Call Home (2)”

The Place I Call Home

Shortly after lunch on Monday, 30 March, 2009, the throne, the toilet/sink combination on the upper tier, in Suite 3, flooded. As a result, the water tracked three cells down toward the center of the module, and then down to the lower tier between cells 12 and 13, my cell. I put in a callContinue reading “The Place I Call Home”

2E12 (7)

Following the evening unlock, as everyone was returning to their suites, there was a great deal of commotion about three cells down at the “single” suites. These were reserved for someone particularly “squirrely” and served to isolate – and protect – some inmates from the general population. In our module the two single rooms wereContinue reading “2E12 (7)”

2E12 (6)

I had also put in an inmate request slip for the work program that week. Despite the fact that I had done it before, my new status – clearance to work by the doctor – necessitated another filing. It’s a good thing, too. I was finding it more difficult as of late to sleep wellContinue reading “2E12 (6)”

2E12 (5)

I was particularly proud of this effort because it reminded me to be self-sufficient. The problem was however that the cardboard heel was harder than the cement floor. There are a tremendous amount of psychological games being played constantly between the guards and the inmates – actually it’s mainly the guards but they seem toContinue reading “2E12 (5)”

2E12 (4)

It’s about noon on the following day, and my bunky has returned to the safety of his bed and his covers. I, unfortunately, have taken to reading trashy novels because my servants continue to obstruct my flow of literature from Amazon.com.  Books, soft cover only, must be sent directly from the publisher/vender, and there isContinue reading “2E12 (4)”

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