November 25, 2009 – 7:24 pm
Off the top of my head, not even a remotely complete listing:
November 25, 2009 – 1:33 am
Some of you may remember D-Red as Stabby McStabberson from the county jail. Few of you will care that Stabby… er… D-Red that is… is apparently feeling the weight of removing another human being from the planet, and admitted that he only intended to rob the guy and took the knife along just to scare dude, maybe to cut a motherfucker, but he didn’t mean to kill nobody. He feels that this gives him some sort of moral grounds to request/appeal for a sentence reduction because he should only have to do 10 years, not life. Heh.
November 24, 2009 – 5:30 pm
Excellent visit – sort of – with Kraty Dervish and Earth Mother Peacenik. Vend-o-matic food was good, laugh good, hugs good. Soul-crushing paranoia bad. Moderate worries about extortion attempt #15 proved true when two more dudes ran into my cell. After a minor scuffle, they ran off. No chance to use the Ninja Death Cell preparations, as I was on the toilet. Please note that this scenario has a pucker factor of a zillion. It is possible that I will be unable to unclench for approximately a year.
November 23, 2009 – 4:37 am
Extortion attempt #15 (approximately…give or take a couple) came at about 7:30 tonight, when two dudes ran into my cell and attempted to scare me into paying them. I pushed them bodily out of my cell and prepared for round two. Shut my door when I noticed about half a dozen guys waiting to run in on me. Somehow that feels like a victory for them – at least to me.
November 20, 2009 – 4:17 pm
Spraying for bugs, they woke everyone up at 6:30 a.m. and forced us to sit in the gym until now. Still seeing roaches scamper playfully through the block. By my own count, I’ve killed 7,364 roaches since I’ve been in Lebanon, and all by hand-to-hand combat. Considering roach tats for each 100 I’ve killed – maybe that’ll scare some of the as-yet unhatched legions of roaches into bypassing my cell.
November 18, 2009 – 3:33 pm
Alas, the pizza is no more. I did, however, enjoy the hell out of reading and munching on pie. My thanks to them that bought it.
November 17, 2009 – 11:08 pm
Of the 3 medium pies, only 1.5 remain. I believe that they will last until tomorrow, possibly around now(ish), and then I shall fall upon them like the ravenous, gluttonous beast that I am. Cost-to-pie ratio is very disappointing. Pizza good.
November 17, 2009 – 9:40 am
Took me fourteen days to do so, but I eventually remembered that I’d decided to do this on a daily basis. Heh. Tomorrow is pizza day. I wonder if I’ll have the fortitude to save any pizza for the next day. Highly doubtful.
Manfred von Something’s celly – Captain Child Molester Thong Pants – went to the hole today when the CO found his undies during a shakedown. Thongs, apparently, are contraband.
November 16, 2009 – 3:02 pm
Saw a guy get stabbed – cut, rather – in the chow hall. Cut the guy’s cheek all the way through, and I swear I could see teeth through the gaping hole in his face. Nobody skipped lunch in spite of all the blood; everything talked about it for hours afterward. Food sucked.