It's been really nice to receive letters and books since coming here. I really appreciate you taking the time to do so as things have been a little testing recently and your letters have helped a lot.
About a week ago i managed to borrow a book of dollar stamps from this little Mexican guy.
He is very short but has a really big head and does an extremely good job of cleaning your cell if you payhim three "macarellas" but don't offer him a bowl of food as he gets offended very easily.
"no soy perro"
I apogize to my freinds and family if i was a little unclear when explaining when i got ass-raped/sentenced back in March.
The man sentenced me to fifty months of incarceration which out of every year you don't get caught fighting or doing any kind of stupid fuckrie you get fifty four days of good time and i think that means that out of the fifty months i end up serving around forty two.
If everything goes to plan and i stay out of trouble i will be coming home in April or possibly before than depending if all the urban legends are true about how if you go to an INS spot they send you home a month or so early.
But yeah how am i doing?
What am i upto at the moment?
I had little very little sleep last night as i stayed up listening to some bluegrass and blues show on the radio. I also do not have a pillow. Up until this point of being in MDC Brooklyn i have been improvising by folding up a pile of clothes and putting a soft thermal long sleeve on top but to be fair all it's really doing is leaving me with a waffle print on my face and serious neck pain.
Also for whatever reason they have seen fit, the air conditioning has been turned on full blast, shooting out arctic breezes straight onto my bed and considering i am Turkish,
Today is a Wednesday..
It is now about mid day and while i am typing away on this computer there is a small piece of paper in front of me that is folded up with telephone numbers on it i plan on using when i get off the computer, some of my freinds have hooked up Skype numbers so i'm going to give them a call and see how they're doing today but other than that i do not have much planned. To my left there are a line of tattooed guys talking about "my son smoke" and how "that's my SON" and "that's what's UP" and so on and so forth.
Next to them is a guy wearing all white who's name starts with a T and he works in the kitchen..
I know his type very well..
I'm PISSED right now..