15 May 74
G.
Sorry to hear about your father. Whatever you think of him, he was still your father. Do you reckon you’ll be able to go to the funeral? Do you want to go?
They had a cell search over here yesterday. Drugs. Byrnes got slung into solitary. I got questioned, but they know I don’t use any of that stuff. Ingenious hiding place, though, or maybe not so ingenious since he got caught. He put his pills in a small plastic bag, tied the top with a couple of strands of cotton he pulled from his bed sheet, then tied the other end of the cotton to the little grate thing in the plughole. Almost got away with it, too. He was sloppy and left a bit of cotton sticking up. They missed it the first time because I was watching them like a hawk. Byrnes was sweating like a pig on a spit. When the
