Mike who sleeps in the cot next to mine, and whom I have become friendly with, drinks about 15 cups of coffee per day. Each one containing 4 packs of sugar. I watch him methodically prepare; pouring in the freeze-dried coffee, adding a drop of hot water, sugar, then he will whip it up into a kind of paste. Once the paste hardens Mike pours in the hot water. He was kind enough to make me a cup as well, I must admit, for instant coffee, it tasted pretty darn good.
Mike's trial is coming up in a few weeks; he faces anywhere between a year and six. Besides his drug charge he ran a small escort service along the side. His girls would not only offer their bodies to the clients, but deal Mike's drugs to them as well. Call it one stop shopping. Like me he reads books all day & night. The lights go out here @ Midnight, but it's meaningless, the noise level even at that hour sounds like Times Sq. on New Years Eve. I can already see that to the majority of men in this dorm, the whole prison thing is no big deal. You see it in the way they carry themselves, looking totally relaxed and at ease, playing cards with their buddies, like they were back home or something.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July & Eileen is coming to visit. Not only will it be a relief to get out of this dorm for an hour, it will be great to see her. She's promised me a few books, a newspaper, and earplugs.
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