reg's jail journals ... Sleepy Hollow Correctional Centre
Day 7 (November 3)
Today begins much like any other day in here. I get up just in time to rush to the kitchen for breakfast. The food here is … uh … one notch above terrible. Basically it sucks. I don’t like it. I’m not happy. Poor me. Nobody understands me. Later today I will be meeting with the nurse to discuss my dietary needs. I may have invented a new prison scam. I am going to portray myself as a man allergic to fish. I don’t like fish. Hopefully my efforts will not be in vain. Then there’s pork. I don’t like pork. I think my approach will be to say it is against my religion to eat pork. I must put my mind to work and come up with a name for this religion. If that fails I will insist that I can’t eat pigs because I have watched the movie, ‘Babe’ several times and my kids would be very disappointed in me if they knew I was eating that pig.
I was talking to Doug this morning about conditional sentences. He is in here because he breached his twice. On his first breach he received a 15 day sentence, so I hope for the same.
Leonard showed up this morning and we spoke for a while. Leonard is a wise and spiritual man and it was good to see him. I was telling him about how quickly I got taken away from the house [Talbot] and I suggested that the staff had wanted me out. He told me not to be so quick to jump to conclusions. As it turns out he was right. I called Wayne C. afterward and discussed this. There was no malicious intent on Wayne’s part. Sometimes I have a little difficult understanding Wayne. I believe he is a good man but I ma inherently suspicious of those in authority. I suppose this has to with the corruption and security involved in living the lifestyle I did all those years. So I was correct in my assessment of Wayne, as I had hoped. He is on my side. Now I must connect with Dr. Jones and find out whether she is onside as well.
I’m having difficulty getting anything accomplished this afternoon, with the exception of a good nap. The nurse was supposed to come and see me but didn’t show up. My lawyer was supposed to call me but didn’t. and then there was no answer at Dr. Joness office. Where do I go from here? Ah … back to sleep. When in doubt, sleep.
Well, I got to see the nurse just before supper. It seemed like she didn’t believe my story about allergy and religious beliefs. Hmmm … it was a valiant effort on my part thought, I believe. She also advised me not to contact Dr. Jones directly but instead go through the lawyer, if she ever gets back to me.
The other guys are watching WWF Wrestling. I don’t understand how anybody can watch that choreographed garbage. That’s my opinion. So, as an alternative, I will try to sleep.
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