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reg's jail journals ... Sleepy Hollow Correctional Centre

Day 11 (November 7)

Today is Saturday and I slept in till lunch.  I do enjoy this.  I was telling the guys that sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and piss on the floor around the toilet cause its dark and I can’t see the toilet.  I figured this must happen to everybody, but they laughed at me.  Sometimes there’s no need for honesty.

The ones who have spent a lot of time in jail won’t even flush their toilets before noon so as not to disturb the rest of us.  Myself, I will flush as it needs to be flushed until directly told otherwise.

I’m really lazy today.  I slept all morning and afternoon.  In fact, if I could be granted only one wish I’d ask for the ability to hibernate like a bear.

For lunch today we had real French fries and a hamburger.  I guess this is a “treat” for us, every Saturday we get real fries and hotdogs or hamburgers.  But they fed us stew for supper.  I’m going to have to try saying that I’m allergic to that garbage.  Crackers are always available in the kitchen and so I’m sustaining myself on those.

Doug said to me, “you always look like you’re in a good mood”, which is a pleasant compliment.  I am always in a good mood (acceptance, page 449 of the big book).  That’s what makes my time here (my ‘bit’) easy.  Doug is very easy to get along with.  You can always joke around with him, whereas Andre is much more serious, always bashing P.E.I. (he’s from Toronto).  But you can have a laugh with him too.  Mac and Larry are also easy to get along with.  We have a good crew in here.

I was hoping Jennifer would bring my pills tonight, but it was not to be.  I guess she must have been filling in for somebody as the guys say they’ve never seen her before.  I firmly believe that Jennifer and I would make cute babies.

We are unable to get the newspaper her today.  We are wondering if there is something in it they don’t want us to see.  Or maybe they are just playing with our heads.  They do that around here.  Infidels.

I had a really good day altogether.  I always feel good, every day.  It’s hard to imagine that I wanted to die only 6 months ago.  Now I must start working on a plan for how I will stay straight if I am released on the 25th.  I am seriously considering Ontario, but first I must make some phone calls.

Day 12, November 8, 1998.