June 30

… it’s [my wife]’s birthday, but what does it matter?  I got moved to medium security yesterday.  So far, I like it here.  I told them I had a problem with one of the guys in the left unit (where they wanted to put me) so they put me in John’s unit, just as I had hoped.  Me, John, 2 Terrys, Jeff, Morgan, Steven and David, a pretty good bunch.  There’s a lot more room to move around here and it is a quiet unit.

John showed me how to play axis and allies and we played a few games.  It’s pretty good though I need a lot of work on my strategy … they say I have to give a piss test to get my outside privileges, but I haven’t been given one yet.  I guess they have to fuck me around a bit.  [Counselor] has already threatened to move me if I cause any trouble or instigate anything.  I’m going to write a letter to Lawrence [McAulay] about the urine testing and how it is abused …

John has been prescribed creatine? For his knee by a specialist.  This is amusing because of the battle he had with [nurse1] about his suspected creatine abuse.  Larry broke his leg (ankle) playing basketball today.  I hope I’m able to squeeze a few painkillers out of him. And I found out that Jason scammed me out of a few perks [Percocet].  Another guy who can’t be trusted.  That’s the ugly side of human nature …. Sixteen days left till my parole hearing.

July 1

Somethings going on here tonight.  The guards have been away from the unit for about an hour, and we can hear a lot of banging.  The urge to wreck the unit is strong but we can’t do that.  I would if I wasn’t trying to get the fucking parole.   It’s such a pain in the arse trying to be good for parole.  I’m happy with the unit though.  I had a good time here today for a guy in jail.

John woke me up at 830 and bugged me till I got up and played axes and allies.  He beat me twice today.  After lockup, we took the game down to his room to play.  I like Johns company.  He keeps me amused.  I wish Larry was in the unit too.  He wrote obscenities and insults to the guards all over his cast today (“[Counselor] is a cow, [Counselor] swallows, [Supervisor] is a poophead, Gordie is an inbred”) it’s gonna be funny when they get to see it tomorrow …

Winston was here for a visit this afternoon.  Looks like we will get things going again. I think everything is going to fall into place when I get out of here.  everything is going to be alright.

July 2

Kind of a shitty day for me.  This morning I got a letter from Holland College saying that my application has been withdrawn.  Then at lunch John freaked out at me for spilling a bit of water on the table.  Apparently, the man has some sort of phobia or obsessive-compulsive disorder.  Personally, I just don’t have a lot of respect or esteem for inmates willing to work as slave labourers for this institution.  If they refused to do these non-paying chores and instead chose to stand behind all those inmates who are getting fucked around, this would be a much better place.  That’s my opinion …

This evening John put a bucket of water against my door and flooded my room, ruining all my magazines and some letters.  This was a trick that I thought was played only on diddlers and assholes.  And later he refused to turn the channel to South Park even though everyone in the unit wanted to watch it, and he was the only one wanting to watch a movie.  South Park is the only show I look forward to watching all week and it annoys me to have someone tell me it’s no good and therefore I don’t need to watch it.  I suppose the best thing about this day is that, as it ends, I am one day closer to getting out of this fucked-up place.