01: A man can be destroyed but not defeated
In the mornings, I watch the sun rise over the walls of the prison. It makes you feel like the walls don't matter so much, not in the face of that golden light. It falls everywhere, even here. Good thing I've got my own window. See, it's not all bad. I've heard it said that the only real prisons are the ones we make for ourselves, and there's a lot of truth in that.
The nice people on the ward finally saw fit to let me visit the common areas, after a fun few weeks of observation. I kept trying to tell them there wasn't much of anything to observe. All peace and quiet. I'd say their decision's the result of my powers of persuasion, but I don't want to flatter myself too much.
Terrible news, though: the coffee here isn't worthy of the name. I've decided to call it swill instead, a far more fitting title. What's a man to do? I'd say "give up coffee", but I don't think those words would pass my lips. So I won't try. Let's just say that I'll do my time in more ways than one. Hey, maybe once a man's had the best coffee of his life, he shouldn't push his luck.
Anyway, I'm a big boy. I can take my punishment. I did hear that they auctioned off what was left of my blends. I can only hope they went to someone who can appreciate them. If that person reads this somehow, someday, I hope they'll drink a cup in my honor.
And Wright? You've got a friend here. Could be it's not the best place to have a friend, but you've got one if you want one.
The nice people on the ward finally saw fit to let me visit the common areas, after a fun few weeks of observation. I kept trying to tell them there wasn't much of anything to observe. All peace and quiet. I'd say their decision's the result of my powers of persuasion, but I don't want to flatter myself too much.
Terrible news, though: the coffee here isn't worthy of the name. I've decided to call it swill instead, a far more fitting title. What's a man to do? I'd say "give up coffee", but I don't think those words would pass my lips. So I won't try. Let's just say that I'll do my time in more ways than one. Hey, maybe once a man's had the best coffee of his life, he shouldn't push his luck.
Anyway, I'm a big boy. I can take my punishment. I did hear that they auctioned off what was left of my blends. I can only hope they went to someone who can appreciate them. If that person reads this somehow, someday, I hope they'll drink a cup in my honor.
And Wright? You've got a friend here. Could be it's not the best place to have a friend, but you've got one if you want one.