New nickname and notoriety

Today was not too bad of a day overall, except I missed my buddy Ryan about as much as I thought I would if not more. But that should get better in time.
Hey, I hear we have a new president elect and he is black! Which is rad! I really hope America is as ready as we think we are for that.

There is one thing that has been going on with me here that I have failed to mention for one reason or another in earlier entries. And that is the nickname I have acquired here. Which is.....(drumroll) "Night Hawk!" Awesome, right? I know, I know, that really is what I am called here, for real. Let me tell you a little bit of the story behind it. You see, those of you who have known me previous to my incarceration know that I usually wear my hair in a unique, long-ish fashion. I do this for a number of reasons including that I like to look fashionable and unique. Simple enough. Also, I have big ears. Always have. So I wear my hair cut in a manner that hides the fact that I have big ears. Well, in jail they shave your head right off the bat, which in my case makes it impossible to hide the size of my ears.

So for the first week or two my nickname was "Sonar" or "Big Ears". I gave a monologue to a few key individuals about how un-clever it is to base one's nickname upon a physical attribute, and that if it were my choice my nickname would be "Nitro" or "Nighthawk" or something cool like that. Well, they laughed. Which is always my goal ultimately. But then they started calling me Nighthawk. And now almost the whole facility calls me Nighthawk. People from other tents and other compounds call me Nighthawk, and they have come up with handsigns, a hawk sound, and even artwork for me. Whenever I go to chow, all I hear coming from everyone, black, asian, spanish, white, is "Yo, Nighthawk!" And then the hand sign (which is both hands hooked together at the thumbs with fingers pointing out like wings).

So I have literally gained some small celebrity status here in jail. I am a V.I.P. Very Important Prisoner! Which I guess is better than being hated. But it really doesn't matter anywhere else but here. Being the coolest guy in jail is like being the smartest kid with Down's Syndrome in my opinion. I have always had the ability to win over a crowd, and I have actually managed to do it with as tough a crowd as a jail! But yeah, the Nighthawk owns the night!