January 25

It’s Johns last day here.  Tomorrow morning, he goes to court to be sentenced, likely to Springhill.  I really liked being in Johns unit.  He’s entertaining and funny.  I hope we meet again sometime.  For now, I’m glad to have met him.

The woman who runs minimum, Elsie, was here to see me about moving to minimum.  I told her I didn’t want to go.  I told her about the problems I was having with books and the parole application, and she said she’d look into it for me, which was nice of her, at least there’s someone here who wants to help.

We had the meeting this afternoon:  me, mum, [Supervisor], Verna, John, [nurse1], psychologist (idiot).  I don’t think I really got any answers, just the same old bullshit.  But maybe it’ll help to make things go a little smoother.

It looks like they’ll find out about my parole – what’s going on with the assessment.  I gave my mother a Holland College application to submit so hopefully things will fall into place.

We played some games and had some arguments.  I think sometimes they take these games too seriously, but then I guess we’re all under a bit of stress.

I was at church tonight (I hate it).  Noel told me that Rob is in minimum, so I think I might try and get there after about 6 weeks in medium, if things go my way.  Noels getting on parole after 3 months.  I hope my application doesn’t take any longer than that.  Either way it looks like I’m here for at least 3 more months.

January 26

 I got up early to see John off this morning.  And he went.  But, as things turned out, his sentencing was put off until next Wednesday, so he came back this afternoon.  And now everything is as it was before.

The board games and card games are getting a bit boring now.  I think I’m ready for a change.  I’d like to go to minimum cuz Robs there but I think I’d rather be in medium cause it’s not as crowded and everyone gets their own cell.  There’s no way I’m sharing a cell.  Hopefully within a week or so I’ll be moving on.

I’ve heard that Wayne C. is coming here this week so I should be able to submit my parole application next week and get that underway.

I was talking to Wayne on the phone this evening.  Not much going on with him.  Too bad that we can’t be hanging around with each other but that’s life.  Maybe we can meet up in Ontario this summer and carry on from there.  So much to do when this is over.  A whole world to explore, people to meet, adventures to take … sure would like a beer right now.

January 27

Wayne Clark showed up today and told me that he doesn’t want me at the Detox.  Prick.  Says, of course, I’m not motivated – standard rehab rejection.  I don’t understand what they expect from me.  And it appears he believes rumors about Mike selling drugs to or buying drugs from me or whatever it is.  So, it looks like I’ll have to come up with a new plan for parole.  Perhaps its better this way as I’m really sick of treatment anyway.

I saw Rob today, working in the kitchen.  Now, I’m interested in moving to minimum.  Rob says it’s ok there and Elsie seems nice enough.  I think it’s time for a change anyway.  The days seem to be getting a bit longer here.

[Reg also received a response from the Provincial Government related to his complaint of Dec. 26, 1998, that inmates had to share and re-use disposable razors, which is an obvious health hazard.]