What Gives?? We'll See...

Written on March 2, 2011,

   Still no passes for A & E Staffing and I'm starting to lose my patience. It's not the time that's bothering me; it's not knowing when it's going to be. They give you this projected time frame of 7-8 weeks, but I'm in my 11^th week now! What gives?? I don't want to write my staffing agent, or worker, or whatever you want to call them, for fear that she might see me as impatient as well and staff me into some program that I don't need. So I'll just keep on praying and hoping for that time to come soon. Someone else in my unit has the same staffing agent and is getting staffed today, so that gives me some hope. At the same time though, I haven't seen a single inmate get staffed at lower than a medium classification yet. That was originally one of my number one hopes. My attorney in this case even told me that with my criminal history and the nature of my crime and its low felony classification, there should be no reason why I would be classified over a minimum risk. We'll see, I guess...

  No new mail today. I guess I'll write a letter home and read some more. I need to get these blogs sent out, too.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

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

An Old Campground Friend,

Written on February 28, 2011,

   I apologize for the days when I get behind in writing these blogs. I usually only let it happen when there hasn't been anything to write about. I recently heard about an old friend of mine from camping days many years ago, asking for my address, and I keep wishing I would hear from her. I know my brother is behind in publishing these entries, so it may be awhile before she gets this message – so to speak. I'm not going to put her name out there because I'm not sure she would want me to, but if you read this, you will know who you are.

   Anyhow, today was just another day at Dodge. No appointments, no staffing. Just Rec, meals and canteen ordering. I don't want my blogs to become to repetitive and have people lose interest. No mail again, but I didn't really expect any, I guess. I've been spending a lot of time reading lately.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

The Minister Speaks Directly to ME!

Written on February 27, 2011,

   Unfortunately nothing happened today besides church. While at church, though, the minister was preaching as usual. Only it seemed like he was talking about me in particular. He said God was drawing me to him by being here, by giving me unbearable cellmates, making me patient with my staffing worker, with staff here in prison, and by having people not write me. Right away in my head all I could think was, “What the fuck?” He sure seemed like he was speaking to me directly. I was slightly disturbed by it, but then I thought these must just be common problems amongst all inmates. Either way, he got my attention!!

   Anyhow...after church I got a short nap in before lunch. Then the rest of the day was spent at meals, reading books or day dreaming. I finished another Michael Connelly novel named 'The Overlook'. It was a good book but it was short. It only took a day to read. So I started another one by Michael Connelly called 'City of Bones'. I think I'm going to read some of it now actually. The swamper came around earlier with the passes for tomorrow already, but none for me. Dammit! I'm getting impatient with my staffing worker again. Time to say a prayer and read my book before bed.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

In Time of Test, Family is Best.

Written on February 26, 2011....

   I woke up today thinking about nothing except my potential visit. The weather has been nice all week, and we have blue skies this morning. So as long as my brother's schedule at work doesn't conflict with coming to see me, my Mom and he should both be here today.

   After breakfast I reluctantly went back to sleep. I was afraid they would come tell me I had a visit, but not give me time to brush my teeth and whatnot before it. I woke up for lunch and the swamper came and told me I had a visit. But when the Sgt. came to get me, he said it was a visit for my cellmate, not me. So I went to lunch and he went to his visit. After lunch I prepared for Rec while admittedly hoping they told me I couldn't go because I had a visit instead. I went down and worked out hard while trying to sidetrack myself from the fact that I saw that it was now snowing and I probably wouldn't get a visit. After Rec I came back to my cell and was about to get ready to shower when the Sgt. Came and told me I had a visit! I was so happy to see some of my family!! I hadn't seen my Mom in over a month, and my brother since October. We talked about a number of different things. His new job, people we both know on the “outside”, how the family is doing, how this blog is doing, and how things are inside here. It didn't matter what we were talking about, in my opinion. I was just happy they were here! Our visit was over at 3:30PM, so we said our “I love you”s and goodbyes, and I went back to be strip-searched prior to returning to my cell.

   I had dinner right after coming back, so I gave my meal away since I had had a burger during my visit. I also got another letter and more pics from my Mom when I got back. The rest of my night was spent reading and occasionally looking at my pictures. There is one of my nephew who looks like he is trying to make a scary face for the pic, or he's trying to scare whoever is taking the picture. Either way, I can picture him saying “RAWRRRRR....” when I look at it. So every time I look at it, I say just that: “RAWRRRRR”! It makes me laugh just thinking about him doing it! I bet my cellmate thinks I'm crazy though. Anyway, now for some more reading until bed.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Law Library

Written on February 25, 2011....

   I was half expecting to be scheduled for my staffing today. I'm mid-way through my tenth week here at DCI, and usually only takes eight weeks to get staffed. But no such luck.

   I, and the majority of my unit, had Library passes at 9:30AM today. I focused on getting good books now that I have a cellmate that also reads books. I managed to get together six decent books amongst the torn-up and mixed-up books in the Library. After coming back to the cell it was nearly lunch. So I continued the book I was reading and waited until standing count at 12:15PM; this noted that I should get ready to go to the Law Library. I had a pass for 12:30PM to go there and get some help with my appeal. I was notified last week that my appeal had been dismissed due to the fact that my attorney had submitted it late. I was told by the clerk there to get photocopies of my letters from my attorney made and to have them sent to the appellate attorney for Rock County. I just so happened to recognize the Law Library clerk as well. He is from Rock County and some might remember him from when he shot and killed his girl friend in the Fourth Ward in 2009. After I arranged to have copies made, I sat and checked out some of the catalogs of items available to purchase once you are staffed, like TVs, radios, shoes, alarm clocks, etc. I came back to my unit as soon as I finished going through one of those. On the way back I ran into someone else from my hometown of 2500 people too! Small world!!

   Last night I didn't sleep well because my back was sore and I kept having dreams of being “outside” again. Since I didn't sleep well, I was exhausted at this point of my day. So I read a few chapters and napped from count until ice distribution. Now I'm getting caught up on my logs and may rearrange my box of property and then read until I'm tired again. I haven't gotten any mail from anyone besides my family for so long that I'm not so sure I will. So far I've only got one other letter . Anyways, I'm going to wrap this up for the night.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Hey! Thanks For The Mail ! ! !

Written on Thursday, February 24, 2011...

  Today was another long, boring day at DCI. No staffing, no appointments, not even a Library pass today. Apparently only five people got Library passes today. Hopefully they get the rest of us tomorrow. I'm running out of things to read.

  I had Rec at 8:30AM and other than that it was like any other day. Nothing going on. Didn't get any mail either. I'm sort of waiting for another letter from my Dad, and Mom said she was sending more pictures this week too.

  Oh yeah, and what happened to everybody who asked for my address in here?! I just don't get that. I guess they must be too busy to write. Well, for those of you who don't know what an envelope looks like anymore, I also have an e-mail address which will keep communication open! prison.gates@gmail.com.

  Just don't forget to include a return mailing address with you emails so that I can write you back! I sent letters to a couple people tonight that promised to write me too. I doubt I'll hear anything anyhow, but at least they'll know how I feel about it. Days are getting longer in here with the anticipation to my staffing building. Hopefully it comes soon! Anyhow, I hope I'll have more to write about tomorrow.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

I Apologize.

Written on Wednesday, February 23, 2011...

   Today was a boring day like the rest of them have been. Nothing happened out of the ordinary. We got our canteen today, which allowed me to start taking daily vitamins now. They offer some on canteen but until this order, I'd been leery about ordering any due to the price. Anyhow, I got them, and they are worth it. Also, another guy I know from Rock County is in my unit now. At least it's another familiar face if nothing else. I apologize for not having anything to write about that would seem even remotely interesting on days like this.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Walker and my Brother, Blood Is A Stronger Union!

Written on Tuesday, February 22, 2011..

   Today was another typical day in here really. We placed our canteen orders today since they were closed yesterday due to the furlough day. I ordered non-food related items since I'm trying to slow down on gaining weight. I came in weighing 181# and was up to 203# at the end of last week. I'm not trying to come out looking like a body builder, and I still have plenty of time. I got a letter from my Mom today talking about my brother getting a new job and the gist of what's happening in Madison right now (Gov. Walker), so I got on the phone call list to make a call home. When I called home at 7:45PM, I heard excellent news about my brother getting a job, interviewing for another job that has a more promising future, and having a number of other job offers at the same time. I'm glad things are going well for him. Mom said she may come visit this weekend depending on my brother's schedule and the weather. Other than that, I read for the rest of the night until lights out.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Calling People Out!

Written on Monday, February 21, 2011........

   So today started off being another day I wasn't going to have anything to write about. We were suppose to have Rec at 7:30AM but since it's a state mandated furlough day and President's Day also today, they were short-handed on staff and had to cancel Rec. So I slept and read between meals other than doing cell clean-up at 1:45PM. I knew there was no mail due to the holiday and no canteen ordering either due to the furlough. So I slept more out of boredom than tiredness.

   Then, at dinner, four of us got sat at the “naughty” table, by the white-shirts, for no apparent reason. Just due to the crowding, I guess. This is where things got more exciting. To my left was Baldwin, to my right was Segorski, and across from me was Baldwin's cellmate. Now at the beginning of the meal, Segorski gave Baldwin's cellmate his baked potato. When he tried to give him his butter packet also, Baldwin's cellmate said he didn't need it, so Segorski set it on the corner of his tray. Throughout the meal we all talked and no one showed any signs of having any kind of problems with anyone. Toward the end of the meal, Baldwin's cellmate cut the potato in half and offered half of it to Baldwin. Baldwin accepted it, but then mentioned that he didn't have any butter to put on it. So his cellmate reached over and grabbed the butter that Segorski originally tried to give to him. Segorski said, “Don't ever take anything off my fucking tray. You ask me first!” We all laughed, not thinking he was really serious, but he continued to act pissed off. Then Baldwin said, “That's the kind of attitude that is going to get your ass beat at R.Y.O.C.F. (Racine Youth Offender Correctional Facility)”. Segorski responded with, “I should beat your fucking ass right now!” Then Baldwin said, “C'mon” with a smile on his face. We all thought Segorski was joking but but then he got up and came around the table like he wanted to fight. Baldwin put his hands up telling him to “Knock it off, sit down”, but the white shirts snatched up Segorski before anything else happened. I ate the rest of my tray and got up saying, “I didn't see anything!” When I got to the exit they had Segorski up against the wall trying to secure cuffs on him but he was struggling and resisting the staff. So we all had to wait a few minutes while they took him to the hole. He's 24 years old, going to a prison full of the youngest adult offenders, and has a short temper, let alone whatever other mental issues he has that require him to take an unusually large amount of medication. I have a feeling he has a long, rough road ahead of him.

  The rest of the night was uneventful though. My cellmate and I read and talked occasionally as we usually do. I stayed up pretty late reading this Christian fiction novel called “Riven” by Jerry B. Jenkins. Excellent book so far.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Today Sucked!

Written on Sunday, February 20, 2011,

  Today sucked! But at least it didn't go too slowly. I had church at 7:30AM and it was okay, I suppose. Nothing spectacular though. Afterwards I slept until lunch and read my book for awhile. When I got bored with reading again, I went back to sleep until dinner. What an exciting day!! After chow I drank lots of coffee and talked non-stop about nothing. Now I'm waiting for them to call 9:00PM standing count but I have a feeling he just did a silent count and didn't wake anyone up. Good for the ones who are sleeping; not for the ones who are waiting awake for count so they can go to sleep afterwards. I feel that if they can pick and choose when or if they call a standing count, then I should be able to pick and choose when or if I want to stand. Anyhow, I'm done writing. Going to read for a bit.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Only With Your Father, God and The Bible...

Written on February 19, 2011,

   I was aiming to go to Rec again today, but when I got up for 6:00AM standing count, I almost couldn't stand up in time. I pinched a nerve in my lower back that was causing severe muscle spasms and debilitating pain in certain positions. So after breakfast I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep while doing my best to keep my back straight. I woke up just before lunch and was as stiff as a board. I went to lunch and came back long enough to do standing count and get ready for Rec before 12:30PM. I still went to Rec with every intention of working out so I could shake this stiffness and hopefully un-pinch the nerve causing me these problems. After Rec I felt a little better and the hot shower helped some too. It's not perfect but I can't expect much more without a chiropractor.

   My cellmate got called out for a visit he was expecting to get on Sunday, but I guess they came earlier due to the pending storm. He was called out around 3:15PM and unfortunately neither he nor his father knew visits only go until 4:00 on weekends. They canceled his visit around 3:45PM giving him only a half hour or so. That really sucks for him. He doesn't have anyone else out there that he's in touch with anymore besides his father. So between visits that he looks forward to so much, he has the Bible and God.

   The remainder of my Saturday was spent reading and talking to my cellmate about things I'm sure hardly any others in here are educated enough on to hold a conversation about. Like computer hardware, software, languages of code, differences of operating systems, and other technology related subjects. I have been trying to limit my food intake because I find myself eating out of boredom, and I'm gaining weight too fast. So I had to keep myself distracted enough to not eat anything either. I think it was pretty late when I had the light turned off.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

The Whole Winter Already?

Written on February 18, 2011,

   Today was a SLOW day. It was a beautiful day outside from the looks of the view from my cell window. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky, and the snow was melting at an alarming rate. Have I been locked up for the whole winter already??

  I didn't have any Rec today so the majority of my day was spent reading, sleeping and wanting to pull my hair out because I was so bored. Usually I can handle the boredom, but today being the last of the work week here meant I definitely wasn't getting staffed this week. At times the anticipation of getting staffed soon is worse than where they'll staff me.I just wish they would get it over with! I need to get to a radio or TV or even a guitar. Something to listen to. The silence is the hardest. Someone even started kicking their cell door a little bit ago. I assume it was just to cause a commotion because no one admitted to it when the Sgt. went to check it out. I'm just going to read my book for awhile and hope it gets better in here soon. For the most part I'm happy I don't have voices in my head. But the ones that do are sometimes lucky I guess; they always have someone to talk to! LOL!!

   The Sgt. put the loose buttons that inmates have pulled off their green pants on the ledges of the peoples door that she thought had been kicking it. Her way of setting a trap to catch the kicker, I suppose. Too bad it didn't work because they saw the button and wouldn't touch the door. If nothing else, at least it kept it quiet in here. For the rest of the night my cellmate and I read or talked a little before shutting the light off and going to sleep.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Mail May Make You Cry

Written on February 17, 2011...

   Today I woke up feeling like crap. I was completely stiff and my back was killing me. This stiffness wasn't like the other times I worked out hard; it was different. So, for the first time since I've been able to go to Rec, I chose to stay in my cell. I took my shower before everyone else even went to Rec, then came back and went to sleep. When I woke up the Sgt. was calling chow while unlocking the cells, so I'm guessing he wasn't paying attention to the time. My hair was a disaster from going to sleep with it wet, but I couldn't care less in here really. After chow we came back and did count. I sat staring out my window, daydreaming, for more than an hour before they called people out for Library passes. I forgot to turn my request in over the weekend, so I didn't go. I laid down for a bit just thinking, and the next thing I knew it was 3:30pm and the Sgt. was passing out mail.

   I received two letters today. One from the Appellate Court telling me that my lawyer didn't file my appeal in time and they would not be taking my case. Now this really pisses me off because the initial appeal was filed due to misrepresentation by my attorney. Now he conveniently files my appeal too late. I'll have to speak with another attorney about this before I just admit defeat.

   On a more positive note, I received my first letter from my father directly. I have received letters from my mother relaying messages or telling me how everyone is. This is the first solely from my Dad. He and I have our differences and disagreements, and I have been wanting to put them behind us. I want to address the issues, solve our problems, and have the relationship I've always wanted with my Dad. I love him to death, but always fear losing him before putting these problems behind us. So, while I am here, I will begin to address the issues with him via letters. The real work will come after I am released. I love my Dad unconditionally and want to have a positive relationship with him. I hope this is the beginning to that. His letter, I admit, made me cry. As many have from my Mom since coming to jail and prison. I am learning about how my actions have directly affected everyone around me, as they are learning about why I am the way that I am, or have done the things that I've done. My Dad hit the nail on the head when he said, “There was something that I heard on TV: that a young adult said that his father only gave him attention when he did something wrong; that's why he did things wrong. I don't know if that was part of the reason for why you did the things that you did, but it's food for thought.” I have thought this, exactly the way he said it, for many years. But I refused to ever say it as it sounded like a cop-out, an excuse, or as if I was redirecting the blame. I am who I am by personal choices I made throughout my life. Maybe the lack of attention was initially why I did some of the things I did, but I still did them, fully aware of the consequences. I will probably wait until later to actually write him back, after I've read his letter a handful more times. I've already read it four times. It means a lot to me.

   For the rest of the night I sat around reading another book and ate some noodles with jalapeño cheese. My cellmate and I cut the lights off about 10:00pm and called it a night.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

A Psychological Workout

Written on Wednesday, February 16, 2011..

   Today I had Rec downstairs at 2:30pm. One of the guys I work out with down there left to Rhinelander, WI, to sit in the county jail. Some of the counties have agreements to essentially lease an unused portion of their jail to the D.O.C. for housing of inmates sentenced to prison. They are for temporary holding only, so inmates only sit there for up to four months usually. Sometimes the inmates will leave one county jail and go to another though. There is no standardized system by any means. In these jails they are assigned “state pods” for prison inmates only. They are not housed in the general population. One way to be sure to not be sent to any county jail is to be put on some sort of psych medication. Jails typically don't offer any psychological staff, so if you have any need for psych meds, they won't send you there. Now this sounds easy enough, but what they don't tell you is that when you get staffed if you are taking these same types of medications, they won't usually send you to a minimum security prison for the same reason. So you're damned if you do, and damned it you don't! Anyhow, he went to a county jail, leaving only two of us in our group working out together. Because of this I had even less time to rest between sets. This, plus the heat in the lower gym, took everything out of me. I honestly felt sick and like I might pass out afterwards.

  I was going to skip dinner but started feeling better just before they called “chow”. I felt like crap for the rest of the day. I tried re-hydrating but it just wasn't enough. I laid in bed for the rest of the night until just after 10:00pm when I finished my book. My cellmate had the light turned out shortly after this and we went to sleep.

   I hope I don't go to a county jail......

   Until tomorrow....

 ~J. Doe

My New Cellmate's Birthday

Written on Tuesday, February 15, 2011....

   So today didn't have much happening in it either. I apologize for having so little to write about in these days that nothing is different than the last. I had Bible Study at 9:30am, just after I got back from Rec. I enjoy it more each time actually. Going over small portions of a book that has such a big meaning. This week was the conviction and crucification of Jesus. After returning to my cell, I gave copies of our readings to my cellmate since he has signed up for Bible Studies but hasn't been placed in one yet. Sometimes it takes awhile. He also let me know today was his 28^th birthday and said he got his first gray hair as a present. I wished him a Happy Birthday, even though it couldn't be very happy.

   Then the swamper came to my door and told me to get ready to get in the shower. He ended up giving me a 10 minute shower. Small perk for the few cakes or noodles I give him. Simple things like that can go a long ways in here.

   We got our canteen orders in around 2:30pm, and they passed out mail right after. I didn't get any today. I haven't had any since earlier last week. I hope my letters and cards got there. For the most of the afternoon my cellmate and I talked and read books.

   Around 6:00pm, I went out and helped the swamper fold clothes. After we finished, I cooked a simple “hook-up” as they are called in here – three noodles, seasoning, one bag of Cheetos and one bag of Party Mix. Crush it all down, put it in a bag, and add hot water. Once it's thick and pasty, roll it up and let it sit. It will get firm and then it's done. Cut it in half, and enjoy, while your friend enjoys the other! Afterwards I locked back down and read my book until about midnight.

Until tomorrow.... 

~J. Doe

From Pig to Astro Physics

Written on Monday, February 14, 2011.

   Today is Valentine's Day, and no I don't have a Valentine inside, or even outside of prison, to celebrate it with. I'm just hoping my letter and cards go to their destinations in time.

  We had Rec this morning at 7:30a.m. But, my cellie can't go since his ride is almost here. By the time I got back from Rec. at 8:30, he was already gone. My best wishes to “Pig” and his custody battles; he was a cool cellmate. I hope my next one is too. I enjoyed the quiet of no cell mate for most of the day and got some sleep. Then at 3:00p.m. I got a new cell mate. He's 27 and from Ozaukee County. He has six years to do and I already find myself liking him because he's a smart guy.

  I talked with him about where I'm from and what not, and he mentioned that he went to UW-Whitewater, which is located close to home. I asked what he went to school for and he said Math and Physics. Come to find out, after graduation from UW-Whitewater in 2006, he went to the University of Virginia and got his Master's degree in Astro Physics. Kind of interesting, if you ask me! Not too often do I find inmates with that level of education. Most don't even have a high school diploma or the equivalent. So we talked a bit on and off for the rest of the day. I gave him a novel to read until he can make it to the library.

  We put our orders in for canteen tonight also. Later in the night they told the guy across the hall to pack-up his things because he is going to Jackson Correctional Institution in the morning. We exchanged information to get a hold of one another when we both get released. He has a year more to do than I do. For the most part, that sums up the day. I'm going to read and call it a night. 

Until tomorrow...

~ J.Doe

Cellmate Change and Church

Written on Sunday, February 13, 2011

  I don't remember if I wrote a log for today already since I sent out my logs earlier tonight.

Just if case I forgot to mention it, my cellmate was told to pack up his personal property. He has court in the morning in Milwaukee. So I guess I will be getting another cellmate in the morning.

   I had church this morning also. We had some very animated speakers at the service from all walks of life. Unfortunately, they sat me behind someone I know from home who owes me $1,000. I'm glad it was in church that they decided to seat me behind him, because if it were any place else, I may not have had the strength to keep from smacking him upside his head. He acknowledged my being there and became silent. His silence was comforting in knowing that I had that kind of effect on him. Other than this, the rest of the service was good.. It's been a slow, uneventful, boring day.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Sore and Shaggy

Written on Saturday. February 12, 2011

  Another slow day around here.  My arms are so sore from over exercising with too much weight on Wednesday and Thursday.  I can't even straighten my arms at my sides right now.  I keep stretching then, but they always go back to being bent and sore after I relax for a bit.  I made sure I was well stretched out before going to the gym today.  I did some curls mostly to stretch the muscles more, then focused on pull-ups and bench presses for my chest.  I'm so stiff when I leave the gym that I look like a bodybuilder. LOL!  I was especially looking forward to taking a shower today so I could let the hot water loosen me up some.

  After my shower I really noticed how long my hair is getting since it hangs in my eyes from time to time.  Everyone says I look crazy with my long hair because I don't do anything with it.  I comb it, but don't part it, pull it back or even put it behind my ears.  I'm here to impress no one, so why try?  Once it gets longer and easier to pull back I'll do it.  Who knows, I may just chop it off.

  Anyhow, my cellmate and I played Dominoes from 2:00 PM until after 6:00 PM.  We're both good at it so it makes it more fun.

  I wish I knew more about what people were interested in reading about so I could focus more on those types of things in my logs.

  The last couple of days I've been hoping to hear from some people out there but haven't gotten any mail.  So, if you feel like saying hello or writing me, just submit a response to one of my posts including your information and a short letter and I'll be sure to write you back just as soon as I get the message.  ("The 3rd Person" here...  You can just leave your email address or email to prison.gates@gmail.com, send a message on facebook.com/prison gates or on twitter.com/prisongates and I'll get back to you.)

  In the mean time I think I'll read some of my book and call it a night.

  Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Numbing Classificaton

Written on Friday, February 11, 2011...

  Today I was hoping for something to happen in regards to my staffing but my cellmate was the lucky one.  His staffing agent apologized for it taking so long to get him in.  I guess it was pretty much a straight forward process.  She staffed him as Medium security and had him choose three prisons he'd like to go to.  He chose Racine Correction Institution, Jackson Correction Institution or Redgranite Correction Institution, in that order.  They can't promise you placement anywhere particular, it depends on when a spot opens up.

  God, I hope I get minimum classification.

  At 5:30 PM we did count as usual and then the Sgt. came to the door with a bottle of pink stuff.  The nurse instructed me to swish it in my mouth for this cut I got on my gums that was incredibly sore.  Once I spit it out and rinsed the measuring cup out, I give it back to the Sgt.  The pink stuff tasted like cough syrup with novacaine in it.  It numbed my mouth so much.  I have to do this five times a day now for a while, at least until the pain goes away.

  My cellmate and I played Rummy from 5:30 PM until after 9:00 PM count.  Then, we both lay decided to down for the night.  Just after I started reading I remembered I had to write this and get my Valentine's cards in the mail.  After I sent those out I laid down to read for a bit....

  Until tomorrow....

~J. Doe

Denied for Moisturizing!

Written on Thursday, February 10, 2011...

  Not much happened today.  At 8:30 AM we had Rec, but when my cellmate and I walked out of the cell to go, my cellmate got yelled at for not being ready and sent back to the cell.

  I somehow managed to lift weights even as sore as I was from yesterday's workout.  I feel like I tore every muscle in my arms.

  When I got back to my cell my cellmate was complaining about how he's never been sent back for something like that before.  Apparently, he was sent back for rubbing lotion on his face after he walked out of his cell.  He said he was going to try to get moved again.  At lunch he talked to a 'white shirt' and explained that he had been here without being staffed for over five months now and he's dealing with a Sgt on a power trip so, he wanted something done or he was going to the hole.  The 'white shirt' told him it was no reason  to go to the hole over, but he'd make sure he was staffed soon.

  I went to the library at 2:30 PM and got some new books and magazines to read. 

  The rest of the night was pretty much spent talking to my cellmate and reading.  I got the lights off by 11:00 PM since my cellmate was ready for bed.  See?  A little respect can go a long ways.  I think him and I will get along fine here.

  Until Tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Another Day, Another Cellmate. FINALLY!!

Written on Wednesday, February 9, 2011

  Today started off like a typical Wednesday in DCI for me.  I was thinking we had Rec at 7:30 or 8:30 this morning, so, when I got up, I had a nice strong cup of coffee before going to breakfast.  Only when I got to breakfast I was reminded that Rec wasn't until 2:30 PM.  Well that just sucks!!  So after I went back to my cell I laid down and tried my best to go back to sleep.

  Around 9:30 AM the Sgt. woke my cellmate up to tell him he was being moved to Unit 21 at the other end of the building.  Someone down there was apparently having problems with another inmate in their unit and they decided I'd like them as a cellmate I guess...

  Around 10:00 AM my now old cellmate left and my new one came in.  We started talking and immediately I was relieved to find out he wasn't a problem causer and had made up the story about having problems with another inmate so he would be moved to this end of the building and possibly to the same unit his nephew was in.  Unfortunately for him his nephew isn't in my unit, but fortunately for me I got a cellmate that shows some respect. 

  For the record, this guy is a 32 year old black male from Milwaukee and we get along fine so far.  He goes by the name "Pig" in case I refer to him later, you'll know who I'm talking about.  He's doing four years for a 'dope case' as any drug related case is called here.  He told me he has been here for over five months and still hasn't been staffed which is killing my hope to be staffed soon.

  I didn't get any mail today but I called home and talked to my parents.  We had a typical conversation about how things were and my Mom verified some things I was wondering about someone.  I often wonder if anything this person I talked to my Mom about ever said was true?  Well, I can't let it change my plans and goals.  I'll just keep on going.  I've based too many of my decisions on the actions of others for too long.

  Anyhow... My cellmate and I talked for a few hours and for once I got to turn the lights out at 9:00 PM and got to sleep shortly after.

  Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Training Day

Written Tuesday, February 8, 2011...

  Today was a typical officer training day.  We only got to leave our cells for breakfast and once right after for showers.  Other than those two times we're locked down for the whole day and get sack lunches for lunch and dinner. Our lunch consisted of a ham and cheese sandwich, four pieces of celery, a snack bag of fritos, a sugar cookie, an orange and a carton of milk.  For dinner we got bolognia instead of ham, cheetos instead of fritos and a granola and raisin cookie instead of sugar.  What a well balanced diet.  I'm glad we got our canteen orders today.  At least then I can get full. 

  Our swamper is scheduled to leave tomorrow so we'll see who becomes the new one after he leaves. 

  I also got a letter from home with some things in it I didn't expect to hear.  It always seems like bad news is worse in prison because you have absolutely no control over what is going on outside of here.  I just don't know what to believe anymore.  I have some thinking to do.

  My cellmate and I played Rummy... Now I think it's time to lay it down for the night.

  Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Can We Say "Power Trip?"

Written Monday, February 7, 2011...

  Today started off like a typical Monday in D.C.I. Until after 12:15 PM count. It was time to do cell clean-up so I picked the cell up to get ready to sweep. As they worked their way down the hall from cell to cell my cellmate said hello to the female Sgt. who was supervising the cell clean-up. He then laughed about something someone said in the hall, so the Sgt. came to our door, opened the trap door, and told both of us that we were being loud and to keep it down. When she shut the trap my cellmate turned and said, “We weren't even being loud and you didn't even say anything.” I agreed, but the next thing you know she came back to the trap, opened it, and this time threatened to send both of us to the hole.

  I had enough at this point, so I said, “Wait a minute... WE weren't being loud, I didn't even say one word from before you started cell clean-up until just now when you threatened to send us to the hole. This is way out of line.” She just shut the trap.

  So I sat here with my cellmate in silence until she once again came to the trap, opened it, and told us we'll be cleaning last so she can keep an extra good eye on us. I waited until she opened the door to say anything to her. In a formal complaint process an inmate must address an officer personally to make an attempt to resolve an issue before filing his complaint. So, that's what I did. I told her that I hadn't spoken once in the duration of her complaining about my cell being disruptive and my cellmate even agreed with me.

  She told me, “Just forget about it and clean your cell.” So, I spent an hour at least debating whether I should file my complaint. I asked the swamper if we were being loud and he told me he spoke to her and clarified that I was never disruptive, disorderly or disobedient. So, I put off writing my complaint.

  After dinner and count we finally got mail passed out. I finally got a letter from someone other than my Mom and my attorney. At least someone knows I still exist and will get out of prison someday. I spent the next few hours writing them back. It wouldn't have taken so long if I weren't interrupted so many times. My cellmate asking all kinds of questions. About cars and women, the swamper passing out ice and toiletries and guess who? The same female Sgt. returned yet again.

  This time she directed her attention solely to my cellmate. She brought up his behavior from earlier and then mentioned his “card looked awful.” Apparently, every inmate has a “card” showing their past warnings and/or write-ups. She never looked in my direction at this time. Instead, my cellmate apologized yet again, and she left.

  I finished my letter and mailed it out just after 9:00 PM count so it would go into the USPS mail by the morning. After this I laid in bed listening to my cellmate tell another story before I read my book and fell asleep.

  Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Go to Church and the Packers Win the Super Bowl ! ! !

Written Sunday, February 6, 2011...

  Today started off really nice, let me tell ya! After breakfast I came back to my cell and locked down. Then the swamper came around asking people who were on the church list if they would like to go, and guess what? I wasn't on the list again! This time I asked to speak to the Sgt. Once again I told him I had signed up every week for the last four weeks so he agreed to give them a call and check into it for me. He came back a few minutes later and told me they said I could come and asked if I had filled out the request form properly. I explained that it was nearly impossible to screw up the Religious Request form as all you need to do is fill in your name, DOC # and cell location. Then just check the box for which service you are requesting. Explaining didn't make much difference to him.

So, at 7:30 AM I went to a Protestant Church Service and was quite pleased. It was a very active service, with a band, singing, communion and an excellent story that almost every inmate could relate to. After the church service my cellmate kept me awake for another hour telling me a story that made little sense to me and had no morale. I woke up for lunch, ate, and came back to my cell. My cellmate fell asleep shortly after count, Thank God!

This gave me a perfect chance to fill out another Personal Accountability and Goals form. It asks me questions like, “List your positive qualities that will help you achieve these goals, List your self-destructive behaviors that prevent you from reaching your goals, List the programs or activities (that are available while you are incarcerated) that will help you achieve your goals, What is your plan to address these goals and what can you do to assist the D.O.C. in making your re-entry a success, List community resources that can help you achieve your goals.” I think it is needless to say that this form is sort of important, so I wanted some quiet time so I could think while answering the questions. I filled the same form out when I first came to D.C.I. but now I have a better idea what is available for me, so my answers are slightly different now. I am keeping both copies for when I go to staffing. I start my eighth week on Wednesday and they typically try to staff inmates around eight weeks after arriving here at D.C.I. So I hope it is soon.

After finishing the new form I took a nap until dinner. After dinner and count we got to listen to the Super Bowl on the radio. Some of us did at least. My cellmate couldn't stay quiet long enough for me to hear shit. So, I had to live with quarterly updates from the Sgt. Well, the whole unit just started screaming about the Packers winning the Super Bowl after 9:00 PM count was finished. So I guess that's it, we're Super Bowl champions again! I'm going to read some of this book my cellmate has sitting here and go to sleep. I'm exhausted...

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Manipulation in Attempt to Cause Violence!

Written Saturday, February 5, 2011...

   Not much is going on today really. I went back to sleep after breakfast and slept until lunch. Right after leaving the chow hall everyone in the hallway was told to “Stop and face the wall as they pass!” Apparently they don't like you to look at them when they're taking someone to the hole. I came back to my cell right after this and got ready for Rec. I made sure my bed was made perfectly and all my things were neat.

   When we went out for Rec at 12:30 PM it only took a few minutes before three people were called back to my unit. After Rec was over and we got back to our unit, there were extra Sergeants and White shirt Captains here, so we locked down quick.

   Then my cellmate said his money was on the Sgt's desk up front. What he was talking about was photocopied dollar bills that was part of his case he is in prison for. Next thing you know, they took one of the new guys on the unit, that got called back from Rec, down to the hole. The only thing we could figure out was that he must have snapped on the Sgt when he got called back.

   Only once we started to come to this conclusion, the Sgt came to our door, opened the trap door, and said, “I found your money and your coffee, (while holding onto paper folded up with coffee in it and photocopied money.) Now I just sent one guy out for having contraband. I better not hear either of you for the next couple of weeks now.”

   He shut the door and walked away before I could even respond to him. I'd like to know what any of this has anything to do with me?? I have my own coffee and he didn't find any of it in my things. He better not have wrote a report involving me. I won't know anymore until tomorrow since it's shift change.

   We had showers right after this. The 2^nd shift Sgt was rushing us in and out of there to get them done ASAP. After we finished our shower the swamper came and told me my cellmate ruined my chances for coming out and helping him again. I asked what the hell my cellmate has to do with me and he just said not to get mad at him. BULLSHIT!! He found someone else to come help him and play cards with him, and that's fine, but don't try to put me in the position of beating the shit out of my cellmate and lie to me. I understand the swamper hates my cellmate, and I don't like him much either, but why are you going to try to push me to beating his ass?? Because you won't/can't? I see through it and that's fine. But, I'm not going to fall for it. Instead, I can play too...

   I'm going to quietly read to myself for tonight. Tomorrow is going to be a long day I have a feeling.

   Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Suddenly A Writer's Critic? ;-)

Written Friday, February 4, 2011...

   A typical day for me here so there probably won't be much for me to write. No passes or appointments. No Rec activities... hardly any movement at all. I've noticed though that in the mornings, when I go back to sleep, there have been quite a few people being moved in and out of here. For the most part the people who are here more than a few days will usually stay in the unit. Other than that, I have no idea how they choose who comes and goes from the unit. I wish I did.

   Lots of reading and getting caught up on sleep today. I decided to not drink any coffee so I could sleep as much as possible.

   We had sheet exchange at about 10:30 AM and then went to lunch. After lunch we had count at 12:30 PM then it was nap time for me again until 2:30 PM when we did cell clean up. The Sgt passed out mail at this time too, nothing for this cell. I read my book and ate some tuna fish and noodles, not expecting to have a very large dinner. We had burritos though and they aren't small. I'm stuffed now and I found out I won't be getting out to help the swamper because my cellmate was banging on the bunk rapping and being loud again. I guess I'll just finish my book and start a new one then.

   I checked out the first “Lord of the Rings” book from the library yesterday. They didn't have the first Harry Potter or Twilight novels, so this will do I suppose. Or, maybe not. I started the book and I'm not sure how I feel about how it's written. I'm just going to read some of Dennis Rodman's Biography and call it a night then.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Prison Work Out - Razor Burning!

Written Thursday, February 3, 2011...

   Today the swamper came around after breakfast and made a Rec list, but I forgot to tell my cellmate that I had library passes for 7:30 AM. So, when 7:30 came and they yelled for everyone to make sure their bunks were neatly made and to step out quietly for library my cellmate had to rush and scramble to get it neatly in under a minute... Luckily we made it!

   Minutes after coming back to my cell, putting my shorts and Rec shoes on, we had Rec. Since Rec was canceled yesterday and I got a decent amount of rest I pushed myself harder than ever today. It felt great, not to mention the progress I'm starting to see. It's really addicting to me when I replaced my non-stop party lifestyle outside of prison, with the structured lifestyle inside prison and the few times you get to leave your cell... There isn't much to do other than work out. Once I started seeing the progress and feeling it too, I knew right away, it'd be hard to quit when I get out of prison.

   After Rec was over we got showers out of the day just in time for lunch. The swamper told me I would be last to take a shower (my cellmate and I) so I figured I'd have plenty of time to shave. Well, once I started hacking through all the thick stuff, I realized how dull my razor was, but there's no turning back now. So, I went at it when I realized we were about to shower in just a few minute.. I had to hurry! I go it mostly smooth but I ended up with some serious razor burn. After showers we went to lunch and WOW! My face was on fire!

   After lunch I decided to read a chapter in my book and take a nap. I woke up around 3:00 PM and asked if there was any mail, and apparently there was, just none for me.

  I read some more until dinner. After dinner I kept on with my reading. My cellmate was acting like an idiot as usual so, since he wanted to be loud rapping and shit, the 2^nd shift Sgt. said he wasn't letting anyone come out to help the swamper. I got stuck in my cell with the idiot all night. I think the light probably went off around 2:00 AM when he finally decided to go to sleep. I'm going to end up choking him to death soon if he doesn't leave!

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Lock Down With Ric Flair!

Written Wednesday, February 2, 2011...

   I woke up for headcount today at 6 AM as usual. “Ric Flair” is working. Seriously, this guy talks and looks just like him, just a little shorter. After count he asks if everyone is ready for breakfast. Apparently the whole institution is on lock down due to the storm last night. There is a serious shortage of staff so all of today's activities or movement have been temporarily suspended. We will be eating in our cells also. After breakfast I went back to sleep until 10:30 AM or so. I woke up to Sgt. “Flair” cracking jokes on everyone in the unit. He told one inmate he was going to “kick his candy ass.” Then, popped his cell open and told him to “suit up bitch!” The guy jumped back scared. So when Sarge shut the door laughing, he said, “I scared him so bad his brown skin was turning white!”

   We went to lunch right after this. When we got back to our cells “Flair” turned his head so everyone could pass anything they wanted to before he locked the cell doors. Once we locked down the swamper came around to let everyone know the institution was back under “normal” state, but Rec. activities were still canceled. I also signed up to make a phone call at 6:45 PM tonight.

   I went out to help the swamper take trash down the hall right after dinner and then we folded laundry until 5:20 PM when we locked down for headcount. After count was completed we both cam out and finished folding the laundry. The Sgt. who is working seems kind of weird. He doesn't show any type of emotion on his face whatsoever.

   They started going through the phone list, letting people come out to make their calls. My cellmate was scheduled to make a call at 5:45 PM, but didn't get off the phone until 6:20 PM, which means he made two calls and screwed up the whole schedule. I said I'd cancel my call to fix the schedule but luckily enough people between his call and mine didn't get connected so it put us back on track. I made my call at 6:45 PM as planned and talked to my Dad for a while before he passed the phone to my Mom. They both talked about the storm they had at home. Lots of snow, and drifts several feet tall. I told her I sent out some letters, including several pages of this log to be published. We talked about my brother visiting since he was approved and a few other random things. Unfortunately our call was ended mid-sentence for my Mom. So, “I love you Mom and hope to talk to you soon!”

   Afterwords, the swamper passed out ice while I played solitaire. When he finished we played cribbage until 8:45 PM. After we locked down and did 9:00 PM headcount I made some noodles and tuna fish and ate them with crackers. I couldn't even finish them before going to bed stuffed. I read my book for a short while and called it a night.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

A Day of Paperwork.. and Strange Silence.

Written on Tuesday, February 1, 2011

  For the most part I slept the majority of the morning other than getting up for meals and head counts.  Around 2:30 PM the 2nd shift Sarge passed out everyone's canteen orders, slowly but surely.  After he finished canteen he started on mail.  Today everyone got copies of their monthly balance and transaction sheets.  They show details of an inmate's funds.  I also got an updated visitation list that now included my brother too.

  In addition I received a copy of my 'Personal Accountability and Goals sheet.'  I filled one out immediately after coming to DCI, but after being here this long, having had some study options, my answers now differ from when I first got here.  So, I'll have a copy from then and now to take with me  to A&E for staffing. 

  Other than that, I spent the evening reading and writing.  I didn't go out to help the swamper tonight because the Sarge wasn't going for it.

  The snow is really coming down and the wind is blowing at 35 mph so this has prevented my cellmate from leaving to boot camp yet.  Anyhow, now I'm going to eat, read and lay down to sleep hopefully.

Until tomorrow...

~J. Doe

Less To Say? Maybe Truely A Typical Day.

Written on Monday, January 31, 2011

   Today was a typical day for me here a Dodge Correctional Institute. I had Rec at 7:30 AM downstairs in the small Rec room. I pushed myself to the limit, damn near passing out while on the bench press. After that, we did clothing exchange. I tried to get out of my cell to “help” the swamper all morning but, the 1st shift Sargent wasn't going for it.

   We did cell clean up after 12:15 PM headcount and shift change. The 2nd shift Sargent let me out to help fold laundry until 4:15 PM when we had dinner. Then, I just came back to my cell to lock down. It makes it easier for the Sarge since everyone has to be locked down for headcount at 5:30 PM anyhow.

  I used this time to fill out my canteen order form.

   After count, the Sarge came and got me out for a phone call... But I never signed up...? I found out the swamper mistakenly signed me up for a phone call instead of my cellmate. I told the Sarge that I didn't want a phone call but he let me stay out to help finish folding laundry and doing “rounds,” answering questions for other inmates and whatever else.

   After the swamper passed out ice at 7:00 PM we just played cribbage until 8:45 PM. He told me he heard a number of people may get moved tomorrow but doesn't know who. I guess I'll see then. Now, I'm going to eat some noodles, read my book and lay down for the night.  I'm exhausted.

  Until Tomorrow...


~J. Doe

***...Days start to blur...***

Written on Sunday. January 30, 2011

   Well, I had to split Saturday and Sunday apart for log purposes. Even though they seemed seamless to me. After breakfast I asked for a different cellmate, but the Sarge who is working doesn't usually work my unit. I asked him, “What are the chances of me getting a different cellmate?”

   He said, “None with me.”

   I told him, “Don't say I didn't ask.”

   When I cam back to my cell and laid down the swamper came to tell my cellmate that he had church at 7:30 AM. So, when he was gone to church, I finally got a chance to get some sleep. I was so tired. I didn't even notice him come back, so, I slept until lunch.

   Now, they just finished 12:15 pm head count. I'm going to try to get a nap in.

   I slept until nearly 3:30 PM so I went to dinner, came back, did head count at 5:30 PM and then waited to be let out to help the swamper fold laundry. Unfortunately we had a Sargent working that doesn't usually work and the laundry still wasn't here until late. So, I didn't get to help out tonight. I whipped up some noodles and got ready to read my book. The next thing I know, my cellmate was bitching about some C.O.'s taking his raps and poems.

   Apparently, he had them in a plastic sleeve so one of the Sargents must have taken them thinking they were contraband. So, my cellmate asked the 3^rd shift Sargent if they took them. The only thing the Sargent said is that he could check if they did cell searches.

   He checked the computer and came back and said there wasn't any cell searches logged in the past week. He then suggested we both keep our property lockers locked at any time we're gone from our cell. There isn't much more he could do. He let my cellmate know he could file a complaint in the morning though.

   After all of that I tried to go to sleep but, of course, my cellmate had to keep the light on halfway through the night again. (Remember to self! He only has a couple of days until he leaves to bootcamp.)

  Until tomorrow...

~J.Doe

From A Good Day to Bad All In One

Written on Saturday, January 29, 2011

   After breakfast this morning I came back to my cell and debated staying up until my visit, but it was dark still so I couldn't read without turning on the light and waking my cellmate, so I decided to go back to sleep until it got light out. I ended up sleeping until 9:00 AM when they came and told me I had a visit. This was my first visit since coming to D.C.I. so I didn't know I had to wear my green uniform top over my brown shirt and I was sent back to get it.

   Once I got it and made it to the visiting area they gave me a list of rules to read before I could go to my actual visit. 'Only a hug and a kiss at the beginning and end of the visit. The inmate may not get up to go to the vending machines, etc... ' Two pages worth of rules. My sister, Mom and Dad all came to visit me. We talked about how it was here, how things were at home and your typical conversation. I signed up to get two pictures at $1.50 a piece. When they took the first one of the four of us all standing together I was pleased enough with it. Mostly because it's probably one of the few of us together since I was a young teenager. Unfortunately, my brother wasn't here to partake in it with us. Maybe next time. I chose to get two copies of the first photo rather than getting another one taken. When they brought the copies to our table I was happy enough with them even though my hair is long and I don't know, I just look different. I'm not sure if it's good or bad yet, I just know I've gained some weight. Anyhow, I ate a vending machine chimichanga with a clear Mt. Dew. We talked some more before they came to my table with a white slip of paper signifying that my visit was over. We all hugged and said our 'I love you's' and I walked up to the Correctional Officers s to get searched.

   They do a full strip search at the end of a visit for obvious reasons. When I got back to my cell I was in a daze for a while. It's been a while since I've seen my family. Now I noticed the guy in the cell across from mine was in his cell while everyone was at lunch. He told me one of the C.O.'s in the chow hall was poking his finger in his back and he told the C.O. Not to touch him. So, the C.O. Sent him back upstairs to eat in his cell. After everyone else got back from chow I locked down and after 12:15 PM head count I went to Rec. for 50 mins.

   After Rec. we had showers from 1:30 PM to 3:30 PM and actually got them finished in this time thanks to the sergeant who was working 2^nd shift. He stayed on everyone not allowing longer showers or slow people to hold up progress. I've been recently corrected for calling the blue shirts C.O.'s. It doesn't make sense to me but, to save any confusion of rank or pronunciation of names, the inmates generally call the blue shirts 'Sarge' regardless of how many stripes they have on their arm. At worst case, you are giving them more credit than they are due, but oh well.. I'd been sticking to 'sir' and 'Ma'am' this whole time personally.

   Now, after showers, we had dinner and while going to dinner I saw one guy walk into another guys' cell and exchange some unfriendly words during showers. I don't think anything came of it though.

   After 5:30 head count I went out to help the swamper with his chores. Got the shower cleaned, the trash taken out, questions answered and ice delivered. Then, him and I sat down and played cribbage until 8:45 PM. After that we had to lock down for head count. I made some noodles for a snack before bed, did headcount, ate and put our “L” sign in the door (it notifies the 3^rd shift to shut off your light) and read a chapter in my book. After reading a bit I dozed off and woke up an hour later maybe to my light still on. When I looked at the door our sign wasn't in it but sitting next to it. Immediately I knew my dumbass cellmate took it out before they shut off the light. So I laid there until I heard the 3^rd shift Sgt. doing his rounds. I got up and stuck the sign in the door so he shut the light off before my cellmate could say anything. I told my cellmate before that he's dumb as hell if he thinks he;s going to sleep all day and keep me up all night because he isn't tired anymore.

   After the lights went out I laid down and started to drift off... just as my cellmate decided to get up and do a middle of the night workout!? What The Fuck?!? At this point my patience dropped to a level so low it was almost undetectable. But, somehow, I managed my composure long enough for him to wear himself out. So I started off to dreamland on more time only to be woke up by his rapping and tapping on the wall. He kept this shit up all night until just before 6:00 AM headcount. I couldn't take it anymore... I was pissed off and overly-tired.

~J. Doe