Early this morning I got my mattress and blanket. Not long after, a big, bald guard told me he was going to put me in the holding cell cage so we could go through my property to decide what I wanted with me in solitary. Another guard, an ex-military guy with a buzz fade, came to help. The big guy said he doesn't usually do the inventory with the inmates, but it was his Friday to work and he needed something to do.
The big guy found my Japanese phrase book quickly and told me I could be missing it when I got out of solitary. He was joking that he wanted it for himself and kept blurting out phrases to Buzz Cut. Buzz just rolled his eyes and said, "Let's get this finished."
There were a couple of empty peanut butter jars that I keep to store things in, usually cocoa and milk, that most guards throw away, but Big Bald said there must be some peanut butter left in there, and let me keep them.
When it came to my hygiene stuff, I didn't ask to keep much because the lieutenant told me I would be out by Tuesday night. Buzz Cut said. "You probably want more than that. You're gonna be down here for a long time." I just said, "Nah, it'll be alright."
Once everything was inventoried, I went back to my cell with some of my stuff while the rest went back to the property room to wait for my release from solitary. I finally got to sleep about 5 AM.
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