reg's jail journals ... Sleepy Hollow Correctional Centre
Day 13 (November 9)
The thirteen day of my thirteen days here. Unlucky? I think not. It’s Monday, back to routine, I suppose.
I’ve just been asked to clean up my cell. It seems that they think my cell is messy. And, well it is. I have books and magazines and papers scattered all over it. But, I like to think it’s an organized mess. I can find what I need when I need it. But I have cleaned it up, as these are the rules I live by in here. And I’ve done a fine job too. My mother would be proud of me, if she were still alive. And she is. So she should be proud of me if only for the reason that my cell is clean, I’m a model inmate, struggling against the grime within our justice system.
I’m starting to babble so perhaps it’s best that I nap.
One of the guards came in and talked to me and Doug about conditional sentences. It seems unlikely that I will get thrown in here for the rest of my sentence as I didn’t re-offend but ‘merely’ broke one of my conditions, but the situation is complicated so we’ll have to see what happens.
I bought a bale of tobacco for Doug. He is waiting for a money order and he’s no money in his account. I did this because I’m basically a good guy.
The guys are talking about doing break and enter. They call a crowbar, “the key to the city”, it’s hard to buy crowbars and burglary tools here on PEI because of how people here (including salesmen, clerks) like to talk, gossip. One guy said its more work to get the tools than it is to do the job itself. He broke into a sheet metal shop just to get prybars to do his jobs.
I’m now involved in a game of Risk, the game of world domination. At the moment it appears that I am losing (we got some new games today). I am taking a break now to consider strategy, the world shall be mine. Ah ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha.
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