Sometime during the early morning hours, a little before the sun came up...
One of the prison's employees left another Styrofoam food tray in the slot of my cell door, along with another cup of lukewarm milk. The lockdown and search for contraband isn't over yet.
This is the fourth day of confinement. I pretty much have my property back in order after yesterday's thrashing. No damage was done to my things, but many other men lost various items. Not weapons, just odds and ends that the Cell Extraction Unit search teams determined, on a case-by-case basis, what a prisoner could keep and what should be confiscated.
Unfortunately, too, it seems that a number of the inmates go a little stir-crazy during a prolonged lockdown. For those who do not like to read, or who miss not being able to watch their programs on the dayroom television, the "cell time" starts getting to them. They get restless. There's energy to burn yet no way to do it.
Some of the inmates have been standing by their cell doors yelling to their friends, trying to carry on conversations by distances of ten to one hundred feet, depending on how far away their friends are.
Generally, prisons are noisy places, with dozens of men talking at once. During a lockdown, there's nothing for many of these men to do but talk. And if one cannot find something worthwhile to do, like studying for his General Equivalency Diploma (GED), he is often left to piddle about in his little cell, walking in circles or cleaning the same small area again and again.
D.B.
This is the fourth day of confinement. I pretty much have my property back in order after yesterday's thrashing. No damage was done to my things, but many other men lost various items. Not weapons, just odds and ends that the Cell Extraction Unit search teams determined, on a case-by-case basis, what a prisoner could keep and what should be confiscated.
Unfortunately, too, it seems that a number of the inmates go a little stir-crazy during a prolonged lockdown. For those who do not like to read, or who miss not being able to watch their programs on the dayroom television, the "cell time" starts getting to them. They get restless. There's energy to burn yet no way to do it.
Some of the inmates have been standing by their cell doors yelling to their friends, trying to carry on conversations by distances of ten to one hundred feet, depending on how far away their friends are.
Generally, prisons are noisy places, with dozens of men talking at once. During a lockdown, there's nothing for many of these men to do but talk. And if one cannot find something worthwhile to do, like studying for his General Equivalency Diploma (GED), he is often left to piddle about in his little cell, walking in circles or cleaning the same small area again and again.
D.B.
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