Friday, 29 November 2013
Monday, 25 November 2013
5/11/2013
In New York I was taught through a mixture of observation, trial and error, plus heads that did me a solid an dropped a few jewels on me, how to behave in American prison…
What to do…
What not to do…
How to basically do time in a way that is respectful to others and in turn leads people to respect you too…
Sadly…
None of this
seems to apply at the Moshannon Valley Summer Camp…
At first I thought everyone here was
crazy.
Perhaps it is me…
For example…
Farting in a communal area is not
just bad etiquette in real prison. Oh
no…
A “mating-call” is the name given to
this practice.
But in the holiday camp?
Dudes are way out of line…
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Farting next to people eating,
busting shots in crowded areas, I seen a guy bend over in front of like four
dudes and bust a fart!
Am I losing my mind?!
How the fuck is this shit normal behaviour?!
This is supposed to be prison!
Maybe I’m losing it…
Maybe I’m the one who is burnt the
fuck out.
But…
How the fuck…
Like…
When the fuck did it become ok to walk around the unit in a fucking towel like a broad?
I must have missed that
announcement.
I must have missed the announcement
that said it’s ok to sleep with no draws
on…
In a fucking dormitory.
Motherfuckers sleeping with their
bare bum cheeks hanging off the bed…
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Don't worry
I have just
finished my evening prayers…
Each row of
bunks is separated from one another by an eight-foot wall of big bricks painted
white. If you are
on the top bunk and sit up, you can peak over the wall and see what else is
happening in the unit. I am sitting on my bunk with my back against the wall,
feet dangling off the edge swinging back and forth like a kid on a swing…
I just
might have a visit this weekend.
I’m
nervous.
The barber
did a good job lining up my beard, an ok job on my hair (not much for him to
work with I’m afraid) but overall it was worth the four hour wait…
Four hours
of sitting in the unit doing nothing just to make sure I don’t get skipped in
line…
We won
cleanest unit in the jail today.
I say that
to say what?
Well…
While I was
washing all the excess hair off my shoulders in the shower, police came round
and gave out slices of cherry pie and gatorade as a prize. For being well
behaved.
Yes…
Things like
this get on my nerves. Especially when I see inmates jumping through hoops for
this shit…
After all…
Aren’t we supposed to be prisoners? Held against
our will?
Or instead,
domesticated animals performing tricks for scooby snacks?
I don’t
know…
What I do know is that I have work at three in
the morning and I am not getting out the shower for a dog treat…
The police
ended up leaving that shit on my bed (thankyou) but I’m trying to use some
discipline at the moment, so instead of smearing my chops with pie and bouncing
off the walls on gatorade when I should be sleeping, I threw that shit in the
stash for tomorrow.
Time to
kick back…
My bunk is
right at the back of the room, underneath a large air-conditioner and next to a
long narrow window, I can just about make out the telly from where I am but
there’s never anything on…
Not for me
anyway.
On three of
the four tvs there is no reception, just a blank screen with a box of Spanish
text blinking away, this happens every time there is a storm going on outside…
That is what I am paying attention to at the moment.\
Sitting up,
twisting my neck to one side while tilting my head upwards, I can make out
thick sheets of rain falling in front of the stadium sized foglight that
illuminates this side of the compound,
If I really
peer up high over the nine foot window, I can see the sheets smashing on the
rows upon rows of razorwire below…
Big panes
of glass installed at the top of narrow shafts going up to the roof, originally
intended to let natural light into the unit, have turned the sound of the
falling water into some kind of never-ending drum roll…
I hope my
visitor is ok…
(She made
it)
