What I Learned

This has been an eventful week, where I have learned quite a bit, actually, more than I might have wished.

I learned that there is heroin available on the unit, in addition to tobacco and marijuana.

I learned that most of my guys have participated in illegal activities as well as physical violence at some point in their bit.

I learned that you should never hit somebody with your hands (actually, John D. McDonald taught me that as a teen, but he advocated a weapon: a bad choice in prison.) You should use your elbows. It doesn’t leave marks indicating you’ve been fighting, and it is a much stronger bone, not prone to breaking.

I learned through a delicate exchange that I could smuggle in contraband. I guess, actually, I didn’t learn this, I assumed, when I bothered to consider, this was a possibility. As it was floated as a joke, I reacted as if it were a joke and declined. Of course there was nothing truly funny about it.

So Mr. Sotheby suggests to me that this level of trust is what I’ve been looking for from my guys. He is right, and now it just scares me. I just haven’t understood how many ways the guys can leave me….