September 29, 2000
Today I can cite another example of the so called prison “code” or protocol. Really it is a rule on the streets anywhere. But here, if you do not “hold your mud” your own people will turn against you. Eric’s clippers were stolen.
And it’s just accepted that if he finds out who did it, he has to fight the guy if he doesn’t want to be shunned, or even worse sent to protective custody. Being sent to protective custody is like being castrated in prison. The idea is you were not man enough to make it on the yard.
I wonder if Eric really wants to find out who did it. If he did it could turn his life upside down, where as now all he’s lost is some cheap grooming tool. On to the real world we all so sorely miss. Today was the last day of the Olympics. I was really rooting for Marion Jones. But even more so I was mesmerized by all the butts of the girls on the volleyball team. I miss food, but like I said, it’s a close second place.
There are some serious behinds on that team. As you can imagine, this was must see TV in here. I haven’t been able to get a hold of anyone on the phone lately. It’s hard to let go but I need to. My friends still have lives to lead…while I’m here. 
My best friends are now mostly books. “It rips my life away, but it’s a great escape.” Right now I’m reading “The First World War, by John Keegan. Captivating subject matter to me. Can’t get enough reading on either of the great wars.
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