A LETTER FROM JASON
From Unit 14 - DEATH SQUAD
12th September 2011
NO ROOM AT THE INN
Well, here we are another month down the line. Time flies when youíre
Itís Monday 12th September and can you believe it Iím behind my door. I
went to the gym this morning as I do most days, Managed to get a 6 mile
run in. Came back, got my dinner (if thatís what you call it) and got
banged up. We normally get banged up for a good 3 hours over lunch, so
when I get out Iím gonna try and find a job where you get 3 hour lunch
breaks He He.
To be fair, once Iíve been to the gym Iím sweet-o. Itís when I donít get
that it gives me the hump!
Obviously I had to earn my 70p (or whatever poxy money Iím on a day) by
cleaning my landing before I went to the gym, but I can assure you they
get 70p worth out of me :)
Both the Manchester sides are looking strong and Chelsea have come out
of the traps slow, so I think weíll leave the football chat there.
Itís like being on the terraces in here in the 80ís I tell yuh, as
thereís standing room only, Not on my wing luckily enough, but on others
they are making single cells into doubles by putting one bed on top of
another. Iíd be fuming, but all them rioters have had a knock on effect,
so these gaffs are full to the brim. Iím barricading up. No squatters
are welcome here. Iíve got my rights you know Ha Ha.
I look at this gaff sometimes and I swear Iím on a hospital wing, as
thereís so many mongrels here and Iíll tell you another thing: theyíre
the best solicitors in the world; they tell you how long you should have
got. To be fair, Iíve only met 3 people who are guilty, the rest are
ďINNOCENT.Ē Donít get me wrong, I know our system is corrupt and stinks,
but you have to see some of these bods to believe it. I donít even think
their mothers love them Ha Ha.
I only have it with a handful in here and, of course, I like to keep the
spirits high, so the wind-ups have still been happening.. Let me give
you an example and letís hope people donít take offence (but Iím sure
there will be a few do-gooders on my site that will). Anyway, thereís
this Jewish geezer called John. I said to John that we mustnít talk
about ďBelsenĒ as I have sad memories about it because my granddad died
there. 2 weeks later Iím getting more sympathy from old John-boy when I
said to John ďI think weíve got our wires crossed.Ē
ďWhy?Ē he said.
I said ďWell, it was my granddadís own fault he died as he went to work
pissed and fell out of the watch-tower!Ē
Even he laughed and told me to fuck off.
This gaffs like a revolving door still, but on the whole the gaffís a
cess pit full of innocent Rednecks. But no dramas because everyone has
their day and I wonít ever have to look at them again.
So, until my next script, I hope everyone is enjoying life, as this
ainít a rehearsal. Remember: Itís better to die on your feet than live
on your knees.
STILL IN FULL CONTROL