Toffee Peee-nutz! Yee-haw!

Written December 23, 2008

Well it is two days until Christmas. I don't think Santa has access to a heavily secured facility such as this, so it's safe to say I will not be getting any presents this year.

Four days here, "Rico's" soap and toothbrush remain untouched.

Last night I had a really great conversation with my mother during our dayroom period.

Let me explain first about our dayroom. We are allowed two hours out of the day in which we can shower, watch TV, make phone calls, play cards, etc. They only let four or five cells out at a time into the dayroom, and it usually goes by race. The times in which the different cell groups are released into the dayroom is on a rotating schedule. On Sunday our group had 7am - 9am, Monday 9pm - 11pm, and so forth.

So last night we had dayroom between 9pm - 11 pm, and after the great conversation I had with my Mom, toward the end or our dayroom period, we received a new arrival into a cell on our block, who just so happened to be a young man I knew from the farm. It was exciting to see someone that I knew and liked, and we got to talk for the last few minutes of dayroom before we had to go back to our rooms. I am still not quite sure why he was rolled out of the farm and brought here, but I am sure I will find out as soon as I get dayroom today and get a chance to talk to him.

I know for a fact that we don't have dayroom at the same time, but I can still talk to him through his cell door. I also finally get my commissary today . Commissary is a little order form you fill out three times a week if you have money on your books so you can get extra food, stuff like pillows, stamps, envelopes, paper, pencils, soap, coffee and so on. I have been without these things since I got here because of an all too common practice in jail.

You see, a lot of times when you get "rolled out" (sent to another facility) it is the mouse of your barracks who puts your things together to be transferred over. With you not being there it's easy for some of your things to just not make it over to you. For example, food items, pillows, stamps, pretty much everything I just mentioned. The food items I don't really mind, because I wasn't going to eat most of them anyway, except for the tuna packets and the toffee peanuts! Everybody knew that I loved those things! If you were going to take my food fine, just leave me my pillow at least, but above all, just leave me the tuna packets and toffee peanuts! For the love of Balto, c'mon!

But yeah, today, I will get a new pillow and everything I will need to finish out my last month here. And you can bet your sweet bippy I am gettin' me some toffee peee-nutz! Yee-haw!

Man, I just realized what a pathetic low my life has reached when one of the few things I have to really look forward to is getting some toffee peanuts on commissary. I need to get out of here bad. I need to get out of here, relax for a week or two and find a job, then as quickly as I can find a place to live. Then get to work on making some things happen.

This plan may change completely upon my release depending on what avenues of opportunity open up to me. But that's the beautiful and scary thing about getting outta here that I am looking forward to...the choices! The freedom! The possibilities and opportunities! The toffee peanuts!

I may write a little more later on, but for now, I am going to check off another day on my little calendar, lay down, and read another 100 pages in the Count of Monte Cristo and eagerly await my toffee peanuts, and my chance to speak to my family.

Till later.