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Letters from Prison #16

Letters from Prison

15/10/05

Hi P-,

Well, you old bastard, you didn’t send me a letter telling me anything so I thought I would write you. I will have to trust the fact that you made an appointment with — Solicitors for me. Anyway, by the time you get this I will probably be out. K- is picking me up, then we are going to MacDonalds. Then I have to go to Centrelink to get my crisis payment. On the way back to K-‘s place I’m going to get a couple of bottles of Wild Turkey. Once we get back to K-‘s I’ll ring you to see if and when you are picking me up. I’m going to have a proper shower, put on some clean clothes, and K- is going to take me to the club. We’re going to play the pokies. I’ll probably be drunk when you get here so, up front, I want to let you know I might be a little rowdy.

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Letters from Prison #15

Letters from Prison

20/09/05

Hi P-,

How is everything? How are you?! I haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s been happening? Have you had any work lately? Heaps I hope! How are the puppies? All strong? You are probably run off your feet with them. Say hello to G- & R- & G- M-. Tell them I’ll be out soon. Only 4 weeks to go as of today. Christ! 28 days and I will be free!

I hope you’re not upset about K- coming to pick me up? I thought it would be best. You don’t have to rush up here by 9am. Well I’m back at work (if you can call it that!). The screws have put me on top dollar. A whole $63 – a week! Heaps, I know, but at least I can buy smokes each week. I’ve been playing cards (Manilla – I probably told you already) and this week I am actually up. I get an extra $5 in my buy-up. This will get me a packet of bikkies, 2 papers (tally-ho) and 7 boxes of matches. I’m rich!!!

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Letters from Prison #14

Letters from Prison

04/09/05

Hello mate,

How’s it going? I hope you had a great Father’s Day. Well, another week gone! Only six weeks on Tuesday. I am getting excited. It will be fantasic to finally walk out the front gate and leave this place behind. The screws moved me back upstairs so, since being in gaol, I have been in seven different cells and had 13 cellmates. You’re not going to believe who my new cellie is. N- C-. He knows A- B- and A- H-. He gets released in a little over a week so I will have a new cellmate (which will make 14) before I leave. My leg is a little better but the doctor won’t let me go back to work. Also, I’ve got an abscess on my tooth so my face has ballooned with the infection. I am on antibiotics and it should go down in a few days. But at the moment I am the brunt of jokes (Quasimodo face, Cheeky, Gumball, Kojak, etc). I was also getting hassled about my leg & not working (Hopalong, “I should join the O-limp-ics”, the worst one was tampon – in work for one week and out for three). I am taking it all with a grain of salt (the last one WAS pretty funny).

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Letters from Prison #13

Letters from Prison

14/08/05

Gday P-,

How are you mate? What’s been happening? Well another week gone (this is starting to sound like a broken record). Well, I think I’ve finally realised that I’m getting old. I was playing around on Friday and I stretched a muscle in my lower leg. So I was limping around all weekend. Today I thought it was a little better so I went out to play cricket. I was out there about half an hour when I tried to catch a fly-ball. As I moved I felt something snap in my leg. It was like someone hit me with a bat. I couldn’t get up and had to get two blokes to help me back inside. They took me to the office where the screws made me sit down while they organised for me to see the doctor. A wheelchair was used to transport me to the clinic.

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Letters from Prison #12

Letters from Prison

07/08/05

Hi P-,

The last few weeks have been going pretty fast. Only 10 weeks to go. Last week I got a new cellmate. C- was released after he appealed the severity of his sentence so I was one out for three days. My new cellie, J- S-, is a young bloke from Cooma. He has settled in really well. It is good to have someone, in my cell, that is not on any medications which means that we can have decent conversations without the slurring or mumbling that I have had to deal with. I went back to work last week. Back at ‘demountables’. I told the screws that if they wanted me to work as a tradesman they would have to pay me top dollar. B- (that’s one of the screws) told me he would look after me so I have been doing what he asks. I’ve put windows into frames; I’ve laid carpet; I’ve laid lino and welded the seams; I’ve done some electrical (extending wired on lights and fixing power tools); I’ve been driving the tractor. That was fun! I find out on Tuesday if I’ve been paid correctly and, if I haven’t, I’m going to push a broom around. Well! If they want me to work they should pay accordingly.

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Letters from Prison #11

Letters from Prison

24/07/05

G’day mate,

What’s happening? It’s a bummer about the 4WD. OK! Well another week gone. Only 16 weeks 4 days to go. We got the TV back, last night, after D- gave it out to a couple of blokes on Monday. You don’t realise how much you miss something until you don’t have it. The last few nights dragged on.

D- leaves within 7 days. He has been released to a re-hab centre. Since we found out he was going a couple of young blokes have been giving me a hard time. I reckon when D- goes I’m going to end up in another fight. I am so sick of the shit in this place. Ever since I had the blue with N- all the (so-called) tough cunts have been sizing me up. S- (his real name is D- A-) is a sweeper and every morning around 5.30am he turns up his music while he does the corridor.

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Letters from Prison #10

Letters from Prison

24/06/05

Silence goes on forever in a world with iron bars. No sound of mirth or laughter or wind blowing through long grass. Most people wander about this place with sadness in their eyes. The smell of fear is stong in here. The nights are filled with cries of anguish sorrow and regret for deeds done wrong outside and prayers are spoken softly for god to be their guide.

“Please help me Lord!” I heard one say. “Please help me make amends. I don’t want to be in this place! I don’t want my life to end! Give me strength to use my wisdom to keep me safe and warm. Please use your divine intervention to stay me from all harm.”

But god does not listen to the woes of fallen men. He belly-laughs with thunder “I put you in this pen. So have your little whine to me with your head cupped in your hands. I do not have any pity for an unlawful abiding man.”

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Letters from Prison #9

Letters from Prison

22/06/05

G’day M-

I was feeling down when I wrote that letter to P- but I am doing alright. This place really brings you down and some days it is unbearable. I think why I am so down is because I’m not working and I am just wandering around the compound with nothing to do but it should be only a couple more weeks.

I am cleared to go back to work on the 9th July. I have even started ‘Kairos’. This is bible studies. The blokes doing it bore me to death but at least there is some good food to eat (cake, pavlova & biscuits).

I have argued some points on God with these (so-called) followers of the Lord. In a prayer the priest was saying ‘God, please help all these men that attend ‘Kairos’. I disputed the fact that this was discrimination. He corrected himself (for my benefit, he said) and asked God to watch over all inmates. HA! HA! HA! I put the wind up him.

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Letters from Prison #8

Letters from Prison

12/06/05

Hey P-,

Well, it seems that I am slowly dying in here. I feel like there is nothing for me on the outside. I got a visit from M- & S- today. It is good to see that they are back together and they will probably tell you that I’m doing alright but the show I put on in front of them only made me break down and cry when I got back to my cell. I fear that I am losing control of my sanity. The Screws locked everyone back in their cells early today because one bloke went off his head when he found out his girlfriend had been caught bringing drugs in. The Squad showed up and they put him back into the main yard. Why did they lock us up? It wasn’t our fault his stupidity got him tipped! I am sick of this place. I want out! I know how a caged animal feels, being locked up, not being able to run free, not being able to decide where it wants to be at any given moment.

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Letters from Prison #7

Letters from Prison

11/06/05

G’day M-,

Well, you’ve probably already read the letter I sent to P- so I won’t go into the fight I had in here. Another week gone & it puts me closer to my release. I get released on 18th October so you can tell everyone. My sister has asked me to go to her birthday party (on that day). I am still deciding whether I will go.

Sorry to hear about T-. She was a fantastic little girl. Now, at least, she won’t be in pain. I said a prayer for her the day I got your letter (last Wednesday). I realise how you feel but always remember she will be by your side watching over you if you keep the memory of her alive. Maybe we should all pitch in & get you a puppy. Your choice of breed, of course. We’ll talk more about it when I get out.

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Letters from Prison #6

Letters from Prison

04/06/05

G’day P-,

What’s happening? How are you? What are you doing? How was the folk festival? Say hello to M-, A-, M- & everyone else for me. So, another exciting week in here. I got into a fight with a cockhead (N- H-) yesterday. It started on Thursday. He threw some yoghurt over me & I laughed it off, so he kept doing it. I told him to back off but he kept it up. I grabbed some yoghurt & went to throw it at him & he smacked me in the mouth & split my lip. I said ‘That’s it! Stop it now! That’s your last warning.’ I thought that was the end of it as he did back off.

That afternoon, while walking back from ‘demountables’, people kept laughing and pointing at me. I thought it was because I didn’t fight back with N-. I found out later that he had stuck a sign on my back. It said ‘WILL SUCK FOR BUMPERS (cigs), JUST ASK ME.’ One of my mates pulled it off. I let it go. All night I was being hassled by my cellmate. ‘You should have chopped (hit) him,’ D- said. ‘I’m disappointed in you. I thought you were staunch!’ I replied ‘Let’s see what happens tomorrow. I told him to back off & if he wants to go on with it, then I’ll do something about it.’

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Letters from Prison #5

Letters from Prison

21/05/05

Hi P-

It is Saturday. You wouldn’t believe who came & visited me today. K-! Yeah! You should have seen the look on my face. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I said ‘What are you doing here, woman? What do you want?’ She said ‘I just found out, from Dad, that you were here. He asked me to come & see how you were.’

We sat & talked for about an hour. Mum is getting remarried (to one of K-‘s ex-boyfriends) & P- has disappeared somewhere in QLD. No-one has heard from him in months. K- thinks he may be in gaol up there. Even J- (his girlfriend) doesn’t know where he is. He might have been tapped because (as K- says) he has gotten into crystal meth & owes a lot of money to some pretty bad guys (couldn’t be that lucky).

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Letters from Prison #4

19/05/05

G’day M-

How are things with you? Have you gotten over the flu yet? How is T-? Give her a pat for me, will you, please. So, four weeks have gone by and I’m feeling better now. I was a little distraught the first few weeks but since P-, M-, S-, G- & S-‘s son – K- came to visit last weekend I have a new lease on life.

I am onto my eighth cellmate now after I moved cells with another bloke. His name is D-. He is one of my better cellies. He has an I.Q. higher than his shoe size (which is 11). It’s good to actually talk to someone, in here, without explaining what I am talking about. Anyway, P- has probably told you (or letter you read) about my last three weeks so I won’t go into detail about any of that.

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Letters from Prison #3

Letters from Prison

08/05/05 cont’d…

That afternoon (Wednesday) they transferred me into Unit 3 (or ‘C’ Wing). I went two out with a young bloke, N-, who had a T.V. AND a radio, AND a kettle. I was in heaven or so I thought. He was a non-smoker so I didn’t (not couldn’t) smoke in the cell. This also meant that I was eating more. N- was about 5 foot 8 but he must have weighed about 120 kg. A big boy!

He said he was over 140 kg when he first came in 2 years ago (& you could see stretch marks all over his body) and had decided to go on a diet. So, his lack of food meant he had a short temper. The slightest thing used to piss him off. I was still in ‘8 Yard’ & the ‘Italy’ jokes were starting to get to me. I kept quiet in the cell (I HAD A TV!) for the week I was in there.

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Letters from Prison #2

Letters from Prison

08/05/06 Continued…

Thursday morning they put us into 8 Yard (remand). A triangular yard with 4 tables and also about 20 other blokes. I kept to myself for a while and every now and then someone would come and ask me for a smoke (I got a ‘reception pouch’ when I arrived, White Ox, papers & matches).

I can’t deny anyone a smoke so by the end of the day, which ended at 2.30pm when they lock you back up in your cell, I had gone through half a 50 gram pouch. The rest was gone by Friday. You get that. So all the next week I was picking up bumpers and also bludging when I could.

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