300 days down!

I know, I haven't been writing much lately. But what else am I to say? It's always the same here. Same shit, different day.

My bunkie and I did a poll yesterday in our building to see how many inmates know who our nations vice president was. I know what you're probably thinking - who doesn't, right? That's what I thought. Out of a total of 41 asked, only 10 people knew. You should have heard some ofo the incorrect responses. Someone actually said, "Reagan?" I'm seriously living in a completely whole other world.

I can't believe the winter is back again! Honestly, I'm just grateful I can get fresh air outside here unlike when I was trapped in county jail last winter. This time last year, I was signing my plea and heading off to Cali to see my sis and Hawaii for the last vacation. I'm so glad this is my last season in maximum. I know it's going to be a long and cold and lonely winter and holidays will completely try to knock me down. But things could always be worse. I've made it through 300 days already. And you know what? Whenever it gets tough, it will never be worse than the day of my accident and that's how I know I will make it through somehow.