June 19

My toilet is being used to talk to Jody and the other girls in the female unit.  If you empty all the water out, you can hear each other clearly, so the guys have been in her all day …

[My son and daughter] were here to seem me this afternoon.  I wish I could get out and spend some time with them.  They are great kids. [my daughter] is incredibly cute …

One of the guards brought in some St. John newspapers today, that was a treat for me.  The day went by fast with all the papers I had to read and my visit.  Tomorrow will be a long day though, it being Sunday …

I was told that Winston was looking for me, that sounds like good news.  Jimmy is pissed off with Rueben and Dave, so there’s a good opportunity when I get out, if I get out this summer.  I should be able to put together a lot of cash before I go to Toronto.  Fuck this poverty shit.

June 20

This has been an interesting weekend.  I met a girl through the toilet, Barb.  I like talking to her.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good conversation with a girl. I miss women.  We’ve been talking a lot.

If she didn’t have a boyfriend, I think I’d have some fun when I get out.  She told me she’d think about me and masturbate but she’s on her period … after lockup tonight there was 5 or 6 of us talking on the toilets.  I really got a kick out of that – Jason had the radio piped in and John and Jolene were arguing, Barb and I were talking and somebody else was making cow noises.  It was very funny.  I would like to have talked to her all night, but I didn’t want to keep everybody up. …

I find that I communicate well with women.  That’s something I’ve missed in the past; something to look forward to.  [my wife] and I never had very deep conversations.  She was fun to be with, but we were on a different intellectual level.  I really feel good tonight after talking to Barb.  Sometimes it’s not so bad being in here.  It’s that people you meet who help you get through it.  And enjoy it.

June 21

First day of summer, and I’m in jail.  I was told today that I could go to medium next week, if I behave myself.  I suppose it’s possible … I find myself looking forward to the weekend so I can talk to Barb.  I guess I’m a lonely guy.  I miss women.  I can’t wait to get out of here and meet some more of them.  I’m adorable.  That’s about all for today, three weeks till my parole hearing.