February 26

Pills didn’t show up, but things went well today.  Paul M. from Summerside detox (good guy) came to interview me and will accept me as soon as a bed is available.  This is the news I’ve been waiting for.  Now my parole application can be resubmitted.  As Paul said, unlike Ch’town, punishment is not part of their treatment philosophy.  That’s the right kind of attitude to beat this disease. 

Wayne C. is indeed a prick, and I look forward to telling him so if he comes back to see me.  I’ve always heard he was a prick.  I gave him a chance, but if everybody is saying you’re a prick, then you probably are a prick.  And he is a prick.  I think that things are really going to start coming together for me over the next few weeks.  Maybe I should try and stay off drugs for awhile.  I’d really hate to fuck things up again.

I’m getting to feel comfortably in our unit now.  Dwayne and Dave are ok, easy to get along with, guys in the other units are alright too.  This evening I won the Crib Tournament, six straight wins – prize:  one bag of Skittles.

I’ve decided to get political.  I’m disgusted about the huge sums of money being spent here on unneeded desks, filing cabinets, chairs, shelving, etc. (probably $20,000+) when we are so obviously in need of books in the library, and they say they can’t afford to give us French fries for meals.

I hope to be able to contact a member of the opposition and get things stirred up.  So tonight I go to bed happy that I can finally see a way out.  Optimism keeps me going, eventually things will work out fine.  It just takes time.

Not much going on here.  Time’s go by slowly.  I advanced ahead one round in the Crib Doubles (with Abby) and in pool.  Found a collection of Far Side cartoons, which I always enjoy.

Tomorrow is the end of the month and exactly four months since I came in.  I expect that I’m well past my halfway mark if everything works out for parole.

February 27

Reg makes a silly request (many more to follow – although he may have been in jail, he was having some good fun).

February 28

It’s the last day of the month.  This month seemed to go by alright, a bit slow at first, but things picked up.

Nobody came to visit today, but I wasn’t expecting anyone anyway.  We lost the Doubles Crib Tournament today I played Abby and I smoked him (45+) in the second game.  It was very enjoyable cause he is such a poor loser.  I hope I can finish him off tomorrow and bring home the Skittles.

Tonight I was the Secretary at AA, which went all right.  Next time I’ll be Chairman.  I’m taking control.  Ha ha ha ha.  Tomorrow, I intend to piss off [Counselor] just for fun and get my parole plans written out, so I can submit them this week.  It’s reasonable to expect that next month will be my last month in this place.  Tomorrow, I’m supposed to start working out, see if I can lose some weight, get in shape.  It seems that I’m getting a wee bit fat.  Ah tomorrow …