Evil Doer

There is a pretty extensive horticulture area here that we can work at for our “job”. I’m trying to get a job there, but so far they are full there. I’m sure it has something to do with workers being able to eat what they grow, and this is the time for things like watermelon, cantelope, peaches, etc.

Either way, I’m going to volunteer to work there for free (which is only slightly less than non-volunteers get paid) until I can get a normal job there.

The commissary here is straight pimpin’… You can get fruits, vegetables and all sorts of good stuff (carnitas, dried fruit, ice cream, etc.)

Although the first month you need to buy all your one-time items to get set up really (better clothes, radio, better shoes, etc.)

Either way, I’ll have no issues finding something good to eat any time I want.

So there’s a family of roadrunners that live around here… mostly spending their days snatching dragonflies out of the air.

Today, there were two guys out on the soccer field arguing about if one could run faster than one of the roadrunners or not. They bet an ice cream to settle the bet and then spent about 45 minutes trying to get the roadrunner to run in a straight line next to the dude. I’m fairly certain this was a losing proposition from the beginning. First of all, roadrunners are fast as hell… Second of all, a wild roadrunner will never run along side a person, it will just run at whatever angle puts it furthest away from you.

So yeah… good luck with your roadrunner footrace. I guess it’s an easy way to waste an entire day trying to get wild animals to race you. hah

So there is this guy that has the nickname IKEA here. He makes shelving out of cardboard for your locker, or if you want something custom (like a cardboard table… haha really), you can put in a custom order with him for it.

Either way, the shelving he makes for lockers is actually pretty nice, so I got a set of shelves myself. It cost me 4 mackerels from commissary because you know, we can’t have cash (at $1.30 each, that’s $5.20 for a shelving system).

Apparently some inmates here are under the impression that I’m smart. Either way, my hardcore thug nickname that everyone calls me around here is:

Brain

In fact, I think more people know me as Brain than know me as Shawn.

All I can say about the weather here is that it sucks. No clue why anyone in their right mind would live in Taft on their own free will. It’s been 108 degrees every day that I’ve been here so far. Weeeeeeeee!!!!

The recreation area here is pretty extensive. We have the following stuff to do all day:

– 1/3 mile track
– horseshoe pits
– volleyball courts
– baseball field
– soccer/football field
– tennis courts
– basketball courts
– handball courts
– treadmills
– elliptical machines
– stair climbers
– stationary bikes
– pool tables
– ping pong tables
– tons of TVs (of course)

You can also check out all sorts of stuff…

– jump ropes
– medicine balls
– yoga mats
– Step-ups
– frisbees

Maybe there’s *too* much stuff to do around here. lol

Strangely enough, I really had no worries or fears when reporting to prison. The worst thing about reporting to prison turned out to be the fact that they weigh you. I knew I could lose a few pounds, but this is absurd.

I’m 208 pounds… and all I can say about that is, WTF?!??

Well at least now I have something to do while I’m here (I’d like to lose 25 pounds while I’m here).