September 25

George is taking control of the remote.  This is pissing me off because he watches stupid shows.  George, I think, is an idiot. … Terry M. got out today and promises to do us a favor tomorrow.  We’ll hope for the best and see what happens.  Larry went out west without doing anything for us.  What a prick!  And Dave ripped us off for a package, a very sleazy thing to do.  I can’t understand why Jim wants to work with him.  He’s obviously a scum bag …

I still can’t get an answer from Winston.  I hope that he will show up tomorrow.  I’m getting really frustrated about this.  Fuck, I hate dealing with people outside …
 

September 26

No visits today.  Looks like I’m getting fucked around.  What to do? … got in a few hours of study on my French today.  I hope I can keep the book long enough to finish it.  I am coming along good but there’s a long way to go yet.  But I have lots of free time …

September 27

I got mail today – a coupon from Cadburys and a letter from Players [tobacco].  Frankie got one from Rockport [tobacco].  I kinda have fun writing to companies.  Today I wrote to Bic to complain about their pens and to Jean Chretien to ask for a flag …

Terry fucked us around, no package.  I really thought he would do it. Bastard. … I called him this evening, just seeing what’s up with my 240.  I’m going to call Kevin tomorrow and ask him to start working on it again.  I also called about my 280 and arranged to keep it in storage where it is for the winter. …

Ann says that she will come to visit on Thursday.  Winston should be in too as he was told by Dave to come see me. … in church tonight, Frankie kept farting, really stinky ones.  Jolene gave me a letter but it’s not kinky enough.  I need something a bit racier.  Maybe next time …  Jimmy Cullins is getting married here in jail tomorrow.  That is gonna be different …

September 28

Jimmy Cullins got married here today but they wouldn’t let any of us attend the ceremony.  Fucking bastards.  Jimmy seemed a bit down.  Suppose I would be too if I got married in this place … Frankie had his phone calls taken away for farting in church last night.  That’s about the stupidest thing I ever heard of.  It’s just one of the ways they have of fucking him around for sending out letters to complain about the nurse, I guess.  The people running this place are so fucking sick.  They’ll stop at nothing to fuck with our heads.

I helped Frankie write a letter about the fart punishment to the Attorney General, Director of Corrections and The Guardian.  I really wish The Guardian would do a story about the shit that goes on around here.