27 Feb. 74
152 Words
27 Feb. 74
J.
Missing you too, babe. You have no idea. D Block is like A Block. Big, hairy bastards and Abos [Aborigines] everywhere. Listen, I’m going to try and get back there. I’m thinking about a couple of ways I could fix it. I’ll let you know. One thing’s for sure, that Gregson [prison officer] bastard’s going to get what’s coming. It’s being organised right now.
Have you got anyone in with you yet? They’d better keep their hands to themselves. I’m in with two blokes. Henderson and McDonald. Henderson looks like he’s on steroids. Massive muscles—except the one between his legs. McDonald is only about nineteen, if that, and covered in tatts. Mean-looking bugger who doesn’t say much. Loves playing with his c**k. Every night without fail, as soon as lights-out, he’s going for it like a champion. Stupid f**k probably thinks that because we can’t see him, we can’t hear him. I wish that was true. He gives that poor thing a fair bashing.
G.
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