02.03.2015.
Convicts are rarely rough and tough, weightlifting, ready for everything – guys, as a lot of you can imagine. Often, the situation in the actual field is much different from a stereotype. Earlier today one offended guy left from the table tennis, he just demonstratively decided to leave, and I didn’t figure out why. And then, offended as he was, he just took his tennis ball and put it in his pocket. Something like: fuck you all; let me see how you will play a game without my tennis ball. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I think the last time I witnessed similar situation was in the third grade. Crazy. And the mentioned prisoner is a grownup married guy, a parent and a robber. Ufff. Retard.
12.03.2015.
Actually, I know a perfect recipe for a decent prison life; I just don’t use it for who knows what reason.
I jumped from my bed while an alarm clock was still ringing, ran to the bathroom, still confused and blurry, to, if nothing else, take a piss in quiet, before there is a line in front of the fucking urinal. When I was finished I went back to my bed, sat down ‘cause lying in bed after the alarm is strictly forbidden. Than I did something stupid, ‘cause I was still pretty out of it, and while my legs were still on the floor I laid my upper body on the bed, just to use what is left of peace and quiet and warmth of my sheets on the bed. That almost turned out as a big mistake. Of course, I fell asleep, and couple of minutes later I woke up and sharply got up and huh…it turned out I was lucky to do that. That was fucking luck. Two seconds after that from behind of my closet the commander showed up in front of my bed. He didn’t catch me sleeping. Fuck yeah! Lying and sleeping from 5:45 and further on is strictly forbidden. Immediately after that I put my headphones on, took first cd that was near, played it in my Discman and turned it loud. Dark Side of Dubstep turned out to be a good option. Making my sleepy, sober brain into a chewing gum, why not. It’s cool by me. Ok, I’ve changed the disc 10 minutes later, but I stayed in the same mood. Shaving went well, counting was over, I woke up Ivana with a phone call so she could get up for work, voluntarily cleaned bakery casserole from yesterdays pie, took it to the bakery, went to our “hiding” room, placed batteries in a charger, made myself lunch, ate it, made breakfast for three next days, took it to the fridge, washed some dishes, took a portable DVD player, which meant that I will watch a movie soon…
Bakery, the “hiding” room and sleeping area where I am now are in three different parts of prison. Its cold outside and the rain is falling but that didn’t bother me at all. Right now I’m listening to some new Ministry and before that I was listening to Kreso and Zuvi. Music is the cure, it really is!
And as I am mentioning music… huh, if to someone music means something, that’s me. Ok, I am one of those people.
Here where I am, of course, like everything else, that relationship with music is on a brighter level that it use to be outside. I listen to music on my Discman, with headphones in my ears, there is no other option. Radios and other similar shit I don’t take serious. In these circumstances, music player has a big role. For a long time I could only listen to audio cd’s ‘cause the cd player I had couldn’t play mp3’s. And therefore my options were bit poorer. Although at the beginning that was a bad thing, after some time it became really cool. First I got a bunch of old albums, there were no folders, options, and that made me listen to some forgotten albums. To really listen. And to listen to something that is 10, 15, and 20 years old is a special feeling. So I started to discover again how Life of Agony, PJ Harvey and Helmet are fucking GREAT. I mean, I knew that as a fact before, but I forgot about them. And not to mention Wu Tang and ODB. I could list you the names of performers indefinitely. I don’t remember the last time I had goosebumps like a few days ago in the yard while I was listening to Djecaci’s album Drama and watching herd of horses running in mud. And then I got a Discman that read mp3’s and with it 20 cd’s filled with music that was burned on cd’s from 2003 up to 2006. Fucking hell! How the music really turns you back, oh man. The real flashes. Almost like a smell. I listened to some real masterpieces back then. And the combinations are awesome. On the same cd there are Agoraphobic Nosebleed and Capleton, Crom Mags and Lolita Storm. Crazy man. But, it’s not like I’m living in the past. I started torturing my girlfriend and my friends with my wishes of what to listen, so I would be up to speed. It’s like having a slow dial up internet. I remember something, I request that, than someone finds it, buys a cd, burn it, add some more names and then sends it to me by postal service, and when the cd arrives it’s like Christmas, New year and my birthday. 3 in 1. So I am up to speed guys. The new Kisa Metaka is fucked up, and the new Run The Jewels 2 is the best fucking thing that I received in the last couple of days.
Sometimes I can understand why guys shit next to the hole in the squat toilet! There is not worst feeling than when you go to the shitter, lower your pants and aim the hole, eject what you need to eject, hit the center, and after the sound “plooop” instead getting a reward for a perfect hit you get a few backfires of cold and filthy drops of water on your butt cheeks. Ok, its much better to hit you on your butt cheeks than on your balls, I guess… And then while you are cleaning those wet areas on your butt you just have to think about the previous guy and if he was nice enough to flush the water after pissing or not. Its better not to think about what he was doing besides pissing.
So, I can understand people who shit next to the hole, but I fucking don’t understand why after shitting you don’t move your shit to the black hole.
Speaking of fecal matter, the level of water in the basement is higher than ever, shit is floating all around, and it smells pretty serious. It’s really unbelievable how we are accepting this fact without any comments. Out. Peace.
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