Hooray! Lockdown is over! It could not have come soon enough.
My cellie was making enough noise to annoy not just me., but the surrounding five cells, too. I expected to get quite a lot of reading done, but only finished one book and got fifty pages into the next (Halting States by Charles Stross and Empire by Orson Scott Card, if you're curious.) The first hot meal on a full tray is always a welcome sight after disappointing johnnies thrice each day.
Yeah, my cellie was out of control all lockdown. One of his friends is in an adjacent cell, so he was constantly banging on the concrete walls, which gave a deep reverberation, and yelling through the vents. When the walls weren't shaking, he was singing to himself in his bunk with his new street-purchased radio, or just making weird noises. When asked to stop, he would take only a temporary break, maybe thirty minutes. When he moved in he said he was glad I as white. "Black guys are too loud," he said. Little did I know he was going to be louder than any cellie I've had yet.
My only respite was a visit from my parents on Sunday. I was surprised to see visitation run during lockdown, but sure wasn't complaining. I might have been a little loony after being in the cell for three days with a noisemaker, but if I was, they didn't say anything. I also got to eat some better fare than the johnnies. Just talking to someone would have been enough, but those two hours felt like a vacation. Today, it's back to normal, and considering the past few days, that's a good thing.
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