November 10

Well, I heard some juicy gossip this evening.  It seems that [Guard1] and Michelle are having an affair … I’m sure his wife would like to know about this.  Ha ha ha ha  hahaha.  I’m gonna get even with that fucking prick …

Jim got sentenced to six years yesterday, no, he didn’t fare very well.  He’ll have to do at least a year before he gets parole.  But that might allow me to get a head start.  I don’t mean to be opportunistic but ….

I moved to the organized crime table in the kitchen.  I can’t handle sitting there with George.  He’s such an idiot, I had to move …

Mark tells me that his brother in Montreal knew Mike, now I might be able to find out what happened … things are looking good for Mark, Lorrie and Neil.  I guess the cops fucked everything up so they might get off …

I heard from the Human Rights Board today, but they say there isn’t anything that they can do although they will pass on my complaint to the director of corrections … probably a waste of time, but … we’ll see …

November 11

A holiday.  We didn’t have to get up for breakfast, and we didn’t have to see the asshole or the giant bitch.  That’s whats good about holidays and weekends …

It was snowing pretty heavy today.  It always seems more cozy to me inside when it’s snowing out.  I guess this isn’t that bad of a place to spend the winter …

The pills arrived today.  We got em through the kitchen.  There were 4 oxy-codone and 8 other things which I was unable to identify by looks or by the buzz.  They weren’t much good, but the OC are good.  We’re saving three till we can get a [rig?]  Oh how we missed getting high.  It’s so pleasant …

Editor’s Note: This entry provides one of Reggie’s clearest references to how drugs were getting into the jail. He writes simply, “We got em through the kitchen.” He does not explain who brought the pills in, how they entered through the kitchen, or who else may have been involved. For that reason, this passage establishes the kitchen as part of the route by which these particular pills reached Reggie and the other inmates, but it does not tell us the method or identify the people responsible.

I wrote a letter for [Guard1] s wife.  We haven’t sent it yet.  Before we do, we’ll have to find out where she works.  We got the goods on that bastard. Ha ha ha ha  he’ll be sorry he fucked around with me.

… I also wrote out (neatly) my letter / article for the Post.  They asked for submissions of no more than 800 words and mine comes to 785.  Perfect.  I hope they’ll print it.  

I washed myself with the scabie juice today.  I don’t really think I have them, but I did it anyway just in case.  A lot of the guys are itchy lately.  If it ain’t scabies, I don’t know what it is.

November 12

I haven’t been able to get to the library more than once this week.  You just can’t depend on these fuckers for anything, ‘cept to make things hard for you …

It was pretty much a routine day today.  Not much going on here.  Well, Jimmy left this morning to begin his six-year bit.  I wonder how he’s feeling right now. I got some more college mail.  So far, I’ve found the course I want to take in Ottawa, Toronto, and Sherbrooke.  All three cities are appealing to me. But I have lots of time to decide.  One way or another, I’m getting off this island …

I was hoping to begin the IQ tests today, but I haven’t heard form Sandy, next week then, I guess … 118 days left now.  It’s going slowly, but it’s going.

November 13

I’m a-feeling good tonight.  We snorted the new painkillers, oxy-contone, and got a pretty good buzz.  I love this feeling.  It’s so peaceful and relaxing.  Must now make plans to get more. … I was talking to mum and dad this evening.  They’ve got it all fucked up as usual.

I asked dad to talk to Matt Campbell [a reporter] at CBC about how the inmates are mistreated but instead he tells him about how I fucked up my parole and my conditional sentence.  So, he’s not interested in doing a story.  If I want something done, I gotta do it myself but that’s not easy from in here. 

And mum still hasn’t done anything about getting me a newspaper subscription.  I’ve already asked her about a half dozen times.  I hate depending on them to get something done.  It’s just too frustrating. …

We figured out what the mystery pills were – Ritalin.  I didn’t really enjoy the high though – but I hear that they’re good with Talwin.  If I could get a bunch of pills in here, the time would go so fast, I’d be out before I knew it.  As it is I’m down to 117 days and I can’t stop counting.

November 14

We got through another weekend.  I’m getting to like the weekends a lot more.  They’re kinda peaceful and the guys aren’t fussy about what they watch on t.v. so I get the remote a lot …

Lorrie got a look at Jolene’s mom today and I guess she’s a real beast.  I’ll have to be careful with that girl.  But I hope they don’t make fun of her about her family.  There’s no good in being mean. Jolene’s always been nice to us.  I’m starting to feel sorry for her.  I can see why she didn’t want to live with her mother.  But there’s gotta be a better place for her than jail …

We’ll we gotta read some more of War & Peace.  I’m getting tired of it.  I wanna finish it so I can read some other stuff.