Well it's day 3 of the fourth bus of nut bags that are arriving here, this last bus being from a place they call Lake C.I. at any rate as I was talking to my wife last night I witness a guy just start waiving his hand and spinning in a circle all at the same time he was talking to himself amazing to say the least. So a week ago one of these idiot's decides to check in (Protective Custody) for one reason or the other, So how does he do it.... well he just happens to be what they call a "cutter". So he gets a razor and cuts the back of his neck; well now it looks like we have lost the privilege of getting razors to shave with.... So I am wolf manning, and plan to continue doing so until I can shave with a decent razor...Oh! We also have a guy who thinks he's a chicken... no I'm being serious !!! As a cluck-cluck-cluck!
Real winners,.... I've got no idea of what's going to happen next week in this dump and yet you have administration and security worries about some weekly housing inspection, talk about having you priorities messed up!!
We had chili rice today at lunch and it was interesting. Anyway; I met this dude that came here some years back.... it's been maybe close to 4 years I've known this guy; at any rate we were tight, like brothers when people saw us they called out Mike & Mike because we both have the same first name, So he was... is, a close friend. Well this past Friday they up rooted him and transfer him to another prison.... you get to know a guy pretty well when he sleep right in the bunk next to you and as I said 4 years is along time, So it sucks for me. I've been in the dumps a little but I'm optimistic about the future I have 12 months left in the "can" and he has 22, So we will hang out there... it's just that there is only one Hooligan and once you met him he's hard not to like, he's been my personal tattoo artist for the past 3 yrs., or so and thanks to him I have a beautiful full body suit. Hooligan loves to ride motorcycles and so, I will see him on some poker run or other out there on the other side... from what I hear Lake C.I. isn't exactly what it use to be... but hey! What is anymore?
The Country I love so much is gone ape shit with hate and things are no longer as old fashion as I'd like them to be. Be that as it may, I still love my country and what to see things be great again; I have seen even in here, that change happens and there isn't much you can do to stop it or slow it down... it chooses it's own pace and we are all just along for part of the ride.
Since my friend left, there is no longer a reason to live in the dorm I am in.. So I have chosen to take a bunch of self betterment classes and better my life style and condition by moving to this program dorm..... I will keep you all posted on that and life in general... I pray things go well and smoothly but, there are always catches to things. I have another friend here, a felon convict that I've known 5-7 years now, older guy and a Veteran we talk a lot and I have confided in him things and vice a verse, his mother has been very ill and she went through two heart surgeries they gave her 3-4 months to live and George still has 5 months to go before getting out... he was really worried about the whole thing because his mom; like me... is the only remaining parent he has left...
Well last nigh he found out that his mom didn't make it; he wasn't crying but I knew inside this was tearing him up, I let him be... but today is ( Monday 2-27-17) a new day and so I made him walk out side with me to the canteen and I bought a burger, coke, and ice cream, And told him " George! you must eat the ice cream first!" and he asked me why and I explained to him that my mom once told me when I was little that: Ice cream makes everything better. So... sometimes there are just days that I have to put that to the test!!!!
He laughed thanked me and shook my hand ..... I like old man George and so did Hooligan... he will be saddened to hear of George's mom passing.
Life is short learn to live, enjoy it because it's over way to quickly. Until my next post.... chill
The Mentch
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