17 Apr. 74
G.
Lanky told me he’s getting sick and tired of delivering our messages. What do you reckon we should do? It’ll be bloody hard to find someone else who’s got as much freedom to go between the blocks. Who else works in the laundry we can trust? What about Adams, that nerdy little weed with the glasses? He looks trustworthy. And easy to intimidate.
Have you heard from the governor yet? What did he say?
I got a new cellmate. Byrnes is still with me, but they moved in another bed. The new guy reminds me a bit of you. Not as good looking, though. His name’s Ian Preston. In for voluntary manslaughter like me. He also got six years like me. He’s got a great sense of humour. Not sure which side of the fence he’s on, but Byrnes took an instant dislike to him. But no need to worry. Yo
