September 14, 2000
My workout partner Frank moved into my unit today. That was the highlight of the day for me. Now we will be able to get a lot more done. Up until now he’s had to do a lot of sneaking around to get to the gym with me. Frank is an interesting story. Unlike most of the others you meet in here, Frank had never tried any heavy drugs before he came to prison. He became hooked on speed while in prison for the first time.
Now he’s on his 3rd trip and he doesn’t plan on ever quitting his speed habit. He’s not on it now, but he will be as soon as he gets out, or sooner if some shows up here. His exact words to me when I tried to encourage him to quit were: “I love it too much.” This brings me to another prison rule, not a commandment, but a so called rule in here: do not use drugs in prison.
Using in prison can get you smashed (beat to a pulp) faster than anything here. But as the saying goes, rules are made to be broken. This one gets broken a lot. Since I have been here I’ve smoked weed once and drank pruno about 5 times.
It has all been free. But no one really gives away the hard stuff for free. I have been approached about cocaine, as many people here know it as my drug of choice. To my own surprise I have turned it down. It probably has a lot to do with the quantity you get for the ridiculous price. Because if I could get it cheap I don’t think I would be able to resist it.
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