Here we are, a new journey…I’m supposed to be excited, I am, but it’s a different feeling. After all, regardless how better, I’m still going to another prison, so many unknowns litter that road. You know your life sucks when your good news is the prison you left, only to head to another! FML! Will I meet like-minded dudes, see familiar faces, run into enemies, have a tolerable cellmate, or an older buff bald-headed institutionalized celly stuck in his own ways, prison cliché. (Yea, I got a buff bald headed one that looks like Clubber Lane/Mr. T, the odds? Either make him full or make him laugh, I choose the latter!) I’m the guest, that means top bunk, but comfortability and an understanding is a must as men; and these rooms are so small! My mom is across the street so seeing her may make the con’s, dissipate into pro’s, what can’t a mom make better? Oh! I forgot how green and lush trees and grass were, I’ve become accustomed to barren fields no trees and decrepit grass sprouting from the dirt like shy hair on a balding man’s scalp. Houses looked lonely without people, I forgot how life looked in person, I only had lasting movie images. The little things…dirt roads seemed more familiar and welcoming. Highways, businesses, and commuters all ignorant to the shackled man enroute to a new mansion! Lucky me! Ahhhh! This place has been nerve wracking, so much movement and space and people walking so fast coming up from behind not yielding any space, I’ve jumped clenching my fist ready to swing at least 4 times, and the people that have recognized me before I them…whew. I can’t go into too much detail, but not even absent years will resolve unanswered questions, so they became answered. This place is a mini safe haven for many who could not be on the yard I was just on, but still it’s prison, some have to save face and look tough, whatever you need to do to survive I guess, but me…I’m on a better path and beyond this, so once this cultural shock subsides and mini anxiety attack fades, I’ll be back to growing, empowering, and living My WayOfLife.
After midnight now, I’m watching the wind blow through this tree of my ground floor window view where earlier I watched a bird hop by…damn, how much I’ve missed. I can’t wait to experience my son at visit. Journeys.
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