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7-3 This morning Repeat 2 came to just as I though. He acted like I forgot about what happened last night. He started by telling me I was wrong and I know it. I told him that I take it personal when someone bad mouths my Savior. There was a long discussion about it and he looked defeated and left. So I guess it's all good.
7-4 Yesterday, they locked us down and everyone prepared to be shook down. Everyone was throwing extra stuff out of the cell as we watched them ransack the FED side through the door window. Finally they came in our tier. They had metal paddles for detectors. Or I should say metal detector paddles. That makes more sense. Anyway, the took us out two at a time and strip searched us. They totally wreaked our cells. Scattered everything around. Made a mess of everything. For the first time in over 8 months I've been here, they waited to lock us down so we could put everything back together. It was another day that I hate to say "I've seen everything now."
It's lockdown now. They fed us 2 sandwiches and an apple. For lunch we had one slice of bread, a tablespoon of mashed potatoes and some kind of meat and 2 cookies. I only say this because it's not normal. Less is normal. The guards locked us down early so they could switch guards and fed us through the bars. Then they turned off the lights. These kids in here screamed and hollered and rattled the bars. So now the lights will be on all night again.
Our cellie has a rod in his back and is in pain all the time. Our resident thug, Bouncer told the guards to get him an extra matt so they did. And he got extra food tonight.
We had a lot of people at Bible study today. It was good to see the attendance up. Two new guys came. One was the guy I told you I was a little concerned about that knew so many people in here. It shows you that you cannot always go by first impressions.
7-5 The day started with a fight up stairs. It began as soon as the pars opened. I think it was over some life changing reason like a honeybun. Puts a whole new meaning to the phrase, "fighting for a cause" you think? The bad part was, you know the guy I give my breakfast to? I stood by the bars and said "Well, there goes my coffee!" That got a good laugh. They did bring him back though, so I get my coffee, oh I mean, he's ok. Then the day ended with a fight.
Tonight I start reading at Psalm 113.
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