Mail From Jordan! It's a BOY!

Written on March 1, 2011,

   Well, I finally got my cellmate to start working out in the gym. He was afraid of people making fun of him for not being able to lift much. I explained that he needed to start somewhere, and to not forget that there is always someone smaller than you. Then I went on to explain to him that not only will the inmates not make fun of him, but will try to motivate him, to push harder, to never give up.

  After Rec and Canteen distribution, they finally did mail. I finally got a letter from someone who is my real friend outside. Big props to Jordan. I really appreciate that from you! He also sent two pictures of his new baby boy. He's definitely a cutie! I made sure to write him back right away to let him know how things are and to address his letter too. That was honestly the highlight of my day! Other than that, I read Stephen King's 'Misery' and did some push-ups.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

A Typical Day? Who Knows?

Written on Thursday, January 27, 2011

  Today has been a typical day so far.  After breakfast the swamper came and told my cellmate and I that we had library passes for 2:30 PM and put us down on the list for Rec.  When I went to Rec. today, one of the usual guys I work out with wasn't there, but his cellmate was, so he motivated me and pushed me to an extreme.  I felt like I was about to pass out, but he said I worked harder today than he's seen the whole time we've been working out.  I'm glad.  I should see some serious progress if I keep it up!

  After Rec. we had showers, but since my cellmate wanted to be loud, we showered last.  He's always doing something that I end up getting punished for so the swamper is working on switching my cellmate for someone else.  He said, "G-Class confidential movement in progress."  LOL!  (Basically this swamper is referring to "G-Class" as "gangsta class" or "G" shortened for those a little lost)

  When I came back from lunch I couldn't find my cellmate.  I was kind of curious where he went.  Apparently, he was being loud in the chow line saying, "Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me!" and a C.O. pulled him to the side and said they were going to write him up.

  He said, "Go ahead, I'll fight it."

  So, the C.O. sat him at one of the front tables and had a Captain (White Shirt) come talk to him.  He walked away with a verbal warning and they told him to watch who he's saying that around, some people get offended by it.

  Now I plan to read until head count and then until 2:30 PM when we go to the library.

~J. Doe