Chapter 10: Who is who
In the yard, Mark and I sat on the top step of dozens of steep stone steps against the high stone wall that encircled TD state prison. These steps were so high it reminded you of Coba, the highest steps in the Mayan world at the temple ruins in Mexico.
Recreation time. A time for walking, talking, jogging, weights, calisthenics, games of basketball, and throwing baseball, football, and kicking footballs. The Yard was huge. Bigger than an American football field in length and width. There was even enough room for a football (soccer) field and games were played regularly.
I just realized that I had not seen a bird since coming into the joint.
I nodded.
We were quiet.
do you see?
I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what he meant.
Mark lifted up his hand and pointed to a corner of the yard in the distance.
I looked in that direction.
Mark took out his mini-binoculars and handed them to me. I brought them to my eyes looking through the narrow oval scopes.
Mark pointed precisely to a guy sitting on a wooden bench at a table. He was tall, lanky, had brown long hair in the back kinda like a mullet and a moustache. He was wearing a jean jacket, talking with somebody.
Mark took his hand and motioned it to the right.
Mark took both hands and motioned up towards the center of the yard and then spread his palms wider and wider and up near the back-end and turned to me.
Here at TD state prison in the Kern valley all inmates wore the same Teakdoor dark blue jumpsuits, regardless of what forum jailed them and regardless of where they were banned from.
But this was about to change:
nd
Tders in dark blue and black.
Ajarners in light blue w/ darker blue trim
Mangos, Orange and White
Thailand Chatters, Dark Gray and White
TVers in yellow and white.
Trip Advisers green and white.
There was this tall, medium sized guy with glasses sitting alone at one of the tables. He was pretending to read a paperback book, but what he was really doing was looking around. He looked uncomfortable. Nervous. Furtive.
I cackled with a low laugh under my breath.
"He's doing 2 weeks. Short stint," Mark added.
This is not the place to go it alone.
We practice the concept of S.I.N.
Safety in Numbers.
I loud speaker bull-horn blew a dull whistle sounds that lasted 20 seconds. It was time to exit the yard and head back to our cells for 1 hour, to the showers if needed and then eat the last meal of our day, the prison dinner at the Chow Hall.
In the yard, Mark and I sat on the top step of dozens of steep stone steps against the high stone wall that encircled TD state prison. These steps were so high it reminded you of Coba, the highest steps in the Mayan world at the temple ruins in Mexico.
Recreation time. A time for walking, talking, jogging, weights, calisthenics, games of basketball, and throwing baseball, football, and kicking footballs. The Yard was huge. Bigger than an American football field in length and width. There was even enough room for a football (soccer) field and games were played regularly.
I just realized that I had not seen a bird since coming into the joint.
I nodded.
We were quiet.
do you see?
I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what he meant.
Mark lifted up his hand and pointed to a corner of the yard in the distance.
I looked in that direction.
Mark took out his mini-binoculars and handed them to me. I brought them to my eyes looking through the narrow oval scopes.
Mark pointed precisely to a guy sitting on a wooden bench at a table. He was tall, lanky, had brown long hair in the back kinda like a mullet and a moustache. He was wearing a jean jacket, talking with somebody.
Mark took his hand and motioned it to the right.
Mark took both hands and motioned up towards the center of the yard and then spread his palms wider and wider and up near the back-end and turned to me.
Here at TD state prison in the Kern valley all inmates wore the same Teakdoor dark blue jumpsuits, regardless of what forum jailed them and regardless of where they were banned from.
But this was about to change:
nd
Tders in dark blue and black.
Ajarners in light blue w/ darker blue trim
Mangos, Orange and White
Thailand Chatters, Dark Gray and White
TVers in yellow and white.
Trip Advisers green and white.
There was this tall, medium sized guy with glasses sitting alone at one of the tables. He was pretending to read a paperback book, but what he was really doing was looking around. He looked uncomfortable. Nervous. Furtive.
I cackled with a low laugh under my breath.
"He's doing 2 weeks. Short stint," Mark added.
This is not the place to go it alone.
We practice the concept of S.I.N.
Safety in Numbers.
I loud speaker bull-horn blew a dull whistle sounds that lasted 20 seconds. It was time to exit the yard and head back to our cells for 1 hour, to the showers if needed and then eat the last meal of our day, the prison dinner at the Chow Hall.
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