October 26

I got a letter from [my wife] this morning.  She wants to get the divorce agreement signed.  No problem here.  She typed the letter which, it seems to me, is cold and impersonal, but that’s no surprise.  I’m better off without her.  She can be replaced but I’m one of a kind. …

I’ve decided to re-apply for parole.  It’s unlikely I’ll get it but I haven’t got anything to lose.  If I would just get in a program before March, I’d be happy.  I got a letter from the parole board yesterday outlining the reasons for it being revoked.  It said it was unfortunate that I didn’t propose another plan, but Louis B. didn’t tell me that was an option.  He’s a little prick. 

I was talking to Brian S. today and he said that while it seems unlikely, I would be granted another parole, he would help me if I wanted to apply again.  It’s worth a try, I think.  And it’ll give me something to do …

Joe A. got transferred to medium.  He’s not a bad guy after all. And the stupid Indian got out so we’re down to a more manageable four now.  Elery will be gone this Saturday and Jim on Monday …

I’m not getting much time to work on my French this week because they’re writing GED’s in the library.  I have the tapes in my room, but I just can’t seem to get into it here.  I should buy some of my own language courses to work on while in here.  That’s an idea.  I’ve also sent to some colleges in Ontario and Quebec for info about correspondence courses.  I might be able to get in one before I get out …

Investigative Reports is about heroin tonight.  That should be interesting …

October 27

Things are getting better.  Once I get past the first few weeks of the week the time seems to pass more quickly … I got the rest of my du Maurier cigarettes today.  Gave a pack to Jim, one to Jolene, one for myself and the other one I’m going to save for Christmas or New Years …

Elery and James were in the other unit playing cards all day, so it was peaceful in here.  I’m getting sick of hearing them talk about how much dope they’re going to sell when they get out.  I wish Jim would be more discreet.  I fear that he’s going to get hooked up with the wrong guys and get busted again.  He’s not fussy about who he deals with, perhaps even a bit gullible.  I’m starting to question my decision to work with him.  It may be motivated by greed rather than by logic.

… I finally got something to eat today.  I’ve just been eating crackers and bread for the past few days cuz the meals were garbage.  I’m so so so sick and tired of the food here.  Oh, how I miss pizza and Kentucky Fried Chicken.  And pop and beer.  But March isn’t too far away.  It would be sweet if I could do the program in my last month.  I might put in an application for that tomorrow.  I might be able to get in the first program at the new detox.  I hope they get rid of those Father Martin [BBC TV program that he disliked] … As of tomorrow, I will have been here a year, a whole fucking year … wasted? …

October 28

This is my one year anniversary.  Not much to celebrate though.  I won’t be out for a while yet.  Everybody else here was getting bad news today about charges so that made my situation seem better.  I’ll be out a lot sooner than most of the guys in max. 

Whip and Mark are looking at 5-7 years … Elery and I made some plans for when I get out.  I’m still thinking about living in Summerside for a few months … Jim’s downstairs talking to himself.  We’re all getting a bit crazy, I guess …

October 29

A most enjoyable day this one.  This morning I got a calendar in the mail which lists all the courses available by correspondence from every college in Ontario that offers these courses.  That’s exactly what I was looking for.  One of them offers a technical writing certificate entirely by correspondence.  Unfortunately, it requires the use of the internet and [Supervisor] the asshole will not allow that.  I also got a letter from a college in Sherbrooke, Quebec which tells me about a certificate program offered at the university there.  I’ve written for more information.  Living in a French city is appealing to me.

After reading my mail I was unable to sleep so I wrote a 700 word story about a typical day in jail which I plan to send to The National Post and perhaps Readers Digest.  I think it’s pretty good …

At lunch they served me 2 day old leftover chicken legs.  I should have said something about that shit.  But I just took it and gave it to Whip.  Instead, I ate four Jello and pissed all afternoon.  That stuff goes right through me. …

This afternoon I had a meeting / session with the psychiatrist who works for corrections.  I wasn’t expecting this.  Apparently, my mother thinks I’m crazy and asked him to talk to me.  But I didn’t mind talking to him.  He seemed like a nice enough guy, Sputs brother.  He asked about the letters I’ve written and how the jail has reacted to them.  I think he saw my point that I’m being punished unreasonably for speaking out.  He told me that he would talk to [Supervisor] the asshole about this.  I’m interested in hearing what he has to say. 

I also asked about taking an IQ test and he said he just received a new one and I will be able to take it.  I’m looking forward to see the results from that … Jolene walked by while I was talking and waved and said hi so I guess she still loves me.  Now I must talk her into staying in PEI till I get out in March.

Ya, the psychologist also told me if I would be able to get a TA for treatment.  I hope so … Elery is leaving tomorrow.  So, I called Ann and she said it’s ok if he drops by, so if all goes well, I’ll be quite happy next weekend.  Jason is also back in our unit.  Apparently, he got some pills and freaked out at Gordie.  It’s too bad he wouldn’t share them with us, but he’s always been tight with his drugs … so everything seemed to go well today.  Hope the weekend is the same.

October 31

Well, it was a pretty good weekend, all in all, it went by fast.  Elery left yesterday.  He wasn’t a bad guy, after all.  I heard he was seen at the liquor store in Summerside when it opened that morning … tomorrow, it will be just me, Jason and James.  I don’t know if I’ll like that.  James talks too much and always wants to watch movies.  At least I won’t have to listen to him and Jim talk about selling drugs any more.  Jim knows nothing about being discrete, unfortunately …

I finished the French course today.  I spent all evening and half the afternoon working on it.  Well, it kept me busy anyway.  I never even had time for a nap … I showed the story I wrote to Jason and Mark and they both said it was good.  Guess I will send it to the Post and Readers Digest, maybe even The Guardian.  I would love to see it published …

I also wrote 13 letters to various colleges in Ontario for information about correspondence courses and Mark told me that Sherbrooke is mostly English, so I’m very interested in that.  Only 90 minutes from Montreal, too.  I’ll have to get right to work when I get out …

I also plan to appeal my parole decision tomorrow and re-apply to the detox’s in Charlottetown and Summerside.  It’s all downhill from here, 130 more days.  I’m going to apply for a Christmas pass as well.  I doubt that I’ll get it (not if [Supervisor] the asshole is involved in the decision) but it’s free to ask.  I’ll have to talk to Sputs brother about that.  Maybe he can help.