Just being Hizzoner

I'm laying here in my cell. Can't sleep. I keep thinking of these kids. They are the loudest mouthed of the whole bunch. When dinner was served they were both on the phone. The officer took care in placing their trays by them, but not on the floor, and before he allowed the rest of us to get our food. When they got off the phone they both immeditaly dumped their trays in the trash. Then they, me course, had endless questions for the officer. I saw the look on the faces of the inmates in orange. They have been here for weeks. And they were much more hungry than I was. The food is not only bad, but scarce. I also saw the look on the officer's face. I wished I could yell at them about empathy. Or maybe beat it into them. But somehow I don't think they would or even could hear me.

I was sitting in my cell, wondering what I should take a picture of and suddenly I noticed this on the wall. It's dated 02-12-07. For you all following my jail posts, that was the first day I served. That struck me as ironic, or is it iconic. Next week is my last week and it's only one day. I'm so excited, I feel like today is my last. I'm going to miss it some how. I haven't quiet realized how yet. I'll tell you next week.

Today was an exciting day. We were told that the sheriff was coming to do an inspection and that the sheriff of Fulton County was coming because Fulton county needed a overhaul. We were all supposed to stand by our cell doors when it was inspection time. The time rolled around and we all went and stood. I was anxious they might search us randomly and find all of my contraband (phone, iPod, sleep aid, and ear plugs.) But turns out it wasn't a tour for the sheriff it was a tour for an elementary class. They all lined up along the window and stared at us. I hope we all made good examples for them. I always felt I would be a good role model. I hope I was today.

I got a cup today! I've seen others with cups before, but I never thought I would get my own. I'm super excited.

Well I'm back. This is my last time having to go for two days. Next week I only have to go on Monday!

I'm watching Bill Maher on HBO. He's talking to Chris Rock. He asked Chris who he liked in the presidental elections. Chris said Barack. Who I like. Then Bill asked about Giuliani. Chris compared him to a pit bull. Last week Bill said that annual pot arrests before Rudy, 700ish. After 59,000ish. I suddenly thought I might vote for him. Maybe he could get us out of Iraq better. If anyone can clean up Iraq and make it American's freedom bitch, it's him. Look at Time's Square.

I'm laying by my window. There are probably fifteen people in here. There is one white guy. He has a NWO shirt on. He walked up to me and my window and said, "I guess this can be our side of the room." i shook my head no, and went back to my book. White people scare me.

Well I just got moved. To a new cell block. Everyone in my old one is on their way upstairs. So now I have to make new friends and get a new room. Worse I've lost my private room. I should call the front desk and complain.

Last night for dinner we had corn, bread, cake, and mush with meat gravy. A man named Willie Young asked everyone for their left overs. He was only wearing pants and smelled like gasoline. At four this morning we had grits, meat gravy, egg product and bread. Again Willie got all the leftovers. By this time he had gotten a prison shirt and some slippers. I noticed his big toes didn't have any toe nails. He still smelled of gasoline. I wonder what happened to him. And what he did to arrive in jail shirtless, smelling like gas, and so hungry. Poor Willie.

Maybe the county will let him shower soon. Never get caught in Georgia. Especially if you're black.

This it my window. I sit by it all day. I look out onto the parking lot. If anyone asks why, I tell them it's because I want to judge the time by the sun. Really it's because I can text and listen to music. The camera cannot see me. And if you're wondering how I got all this stuff in. I cram it all in the front of my pants. They never go near my dick during the pat down. Finally I'm grateful of the size of my cock. Ha.

I have a protector. I wish I had a pen.

Well today was cool. I took some Tylenol PM when I got here tis morning. So I've been sleeping since my last post. Had lots of stress dreams about jail. But now it's time for lock down. So good night, I guess.

Here I am. Back in the clink. I'm laying on the ground, thinking about a nap. I'm not in the cold cell block. So I'm happy. There is a clogged toilet downstair. Shit and water everywhere. I cannot wait till more people get here. They're going to love that.

This is scribbled on the wall of my cell. I've smuggled my phone in each week. It's my old phone so I didn't think I had blogging technology. Maybe I was wrong. Here's hoping.