Notes From The Inside
by Scott

4.3.01

Hello. I got your letter. Thanks for the pictures. They open my mail and check it for contraband, but don't read it. They do look at the pictures to make sure no nudity gets through- haha. It was beautiful out today. It hit the 60's. I loved it. Good bike weather for you. I'm so jealous. I would love to ride for miles. But, I'll settle for jogging right now. Sounds like your working alot. I work Monday thru Friday from 7:30 am to 3:00 pm. There's not much to do now (at the paint shop) so I just play cards and read. I cant get sent any notebooks but you could send paper. Just not alot. I finished the book you sent. I loved it. Funny, the one you read 'Pigs' was my favorite one. I love that off the wall shit!

4.4.01 So heres the story. I'm doing my thing, minding my own business, eating my dinner. When along comes this guy, who obviously just came from working out or jogging. He's all sweaty. Wet stains through the wet suit and all. His face is a fountain. You know I don't care sit and eat, right. So then he takes napkins and starts wiping the sweat from his forehead, face, and then under his arms. Then he put the sweaty wet napkins on the table. I went fucken nuts. I was so disgusted. I said to him real cool like "Hey man get those fucken napkins off the table." He said "You got a problem with it, you throw 'em away." So then I say "Look buddy, I don't want no trouble, just get those napkins off the table." He says "Fuck you." So now we've got everybody's attention. I don't like to be put in this position. If I don't do anything I will look like a punk, soft. Which is not a good label in prison. I don't really care what people think, but I fed into it. So here's what I do. I say "ok" then get up and go to the kitchen cleaning closet and fill up a cup of bleach. Walk back and don't say a thing, just wham right in his face and eyes and walk away. Believe me I'm not proud, happy, or satisfied with myself. When I got back to my cell I puked, because I was so disgusted, frustrated. Don't think I'm a bad guy or a violent person, cause I'm not. It's just this fucking environment. Sorry I'm all angry and cussing. And thank you for letting me vent this to you. This is what prison is all about. A perfect example. Tell me what you think or what I should have done. I'm not worried about repercussion from the guy, because I have alot of friends and people from D.C. here. He will just have to eat it. Okay, on a happier note I bought new tennis shoes today. New Balance 750's and shorts. I talked to my son. He's doing well. Alright I want to mail this before it gets too late. Oh yea you can mail magazines in but none about bombs, digging tunnels and the like. Take care and remember bike safety!

PEACE

Scott