Entry 004 - Third day
To explain yesterday's little expectoration of foul language...
Right. So. After H and I had got G to the infirmary and properly looked after, G went back to his cell, only to find L and some new-guy wrapped up together and covered in blood. Things went heywire went from crappy to fucked and G ended up curled up with me in the joint common room. I had to take him back to the infirmary again!
On the plus side, G made me a little present so I can get on with my project.
Earlier today, I spent some time sitting outside with G and a real nervous guy named Iruka. He's like a kicked puppy, or a kitten, or something. He's always shaking and stuttering. I cannot imagine what he could have doen to be locked in here with the crazies. Anyway, he's too weak and frightened to pose me any sort of threat, so I think for the first time since the since I was thirteen, I've found a man I can actually stand to be around for any great amount of time.
Fucking amazing, huh?
Still not met anyone else yet. And I'm getting twitchy. The urge to Judge is back. And there are so many presented opportunities in here - even though I've only met a few of the inmates. It's been nine ten months since I last Judged.
Either I Judge someone, or I fuck someone. It's one or the other at the moment.
The Therapist said it would take some getting used to, spending the rest of my life here, but I didn't expect to get so twitchy after only three days. It's pissing me off! And we're still not being fed. And I'm running out of cigarettes.
Right. So. After H and I had got G to the infirmary and properly looked after, G went back to his cell, only to find L and some new-guy wrapped up together and covered in blood. Things went heywire went from crappy to fucked and G ended up curled up with me in the joint common room. I had to take him back to the infirmary again!
On the plus side, G made me a little present so I can get on with my project.
Earlier today, I spent some time sitting outside with G and a real nervous guy named Iruka. He's like a kicked puppy, or a kitten, or something. He's always shaking and stuttering. I cannot imagine what he could have doen to be locked in here with the crazies. Anyway, he's too weak and frightened to pose me any sort of threat, so I think for the first time since the since I was thirteen, I've found a man I can actually stand to be around for any great amount of time.
Fucking amazing, huh?
Still not met anyone else yet. And I'm getting twitchy. The urge to Judge is back. And there are so many presented opportunities in here - even though I've only met a few of the inmates. It's been nine ten months since I last Judged.
Either I Judge someone, or I fuck someone. It's one or the other at the moment.
The Therapist said it would take some getting used to, spending the rest of my life here, but I didn't expect to get so twitchy after only three days. It's pissing me off! And we're still not being fed. And I'm running out of cigarettes.