Letters from the Inside

13 Mar. 74

13 Mar. 74

G.

Man, Gregson got it really good. It happened so fast that none of us are even sure who did it. But there was blood everywhere and we’re all in lockdown here. They’ve been going through our cells, looking for the weapon. They haven’t found anything. Don’t know if Gregson is alive or dead. It’s hard to say, but I’ve never seen so much blood. It took three blokes forever to clean it up.

Byrnes has settled down a lot. He won’t go anywhere near Taylor. Poor kid. I guess lockdown is a blessing of sorts for him. He’s had a s**t life. His dad was a bit of a boozer. He used to come home drunk as a bastard and lay into him. Or his mother. Then one day, he got home from school and his mother had taken off. All her stuff was gone. No note or anything. He never heard from her again. So he didn’t have anyone to look after him. Took care of himself. One night his dad really laid into him, beating him black and blue. That was it. He ran away and never went back again. He was living on the streets, fell in with the wrong crowd and, blah blah blah, ended up here. No different to a lot of people, I know. It’s just sad, that’s all.

Anyway, I couldn’t sleep last night, so I got up and, for some reason, I went to the window. I looked at the full moon. Just stared at it. I wondered who else was looking at the moon at that exact time. I wondered where they were and what their lives were like. I wondered if you could see the moon through your window. Then I got to thinking about the first time we met. Remember? The screws brought me in and you were lying on your bunk. You had your sleeves rolled up as high as they’d go over your muscles. You hadn’t shaved and you looked so f*****g sexy with your black hair slicked back over your head. And when you got off your bunk and I could see your eyes properly, they were the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. I got a hard-on.

But I remember thinking there was no way you were into blokes. You looked too rough, too straight. It didn’t matter. I reckon I fell in love with you right then and there, and I was so happy I’d be sharing a cell with you. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that. I used to crack a stiff every time I saw you in the showers. I had to make sure I always went last.

I nearly forgot. Did you hear there’s going to be a film in the rec. [recreation] hall over Easter? I know it’s a few weeks away, but they’re going to be putting us all together. Everyone except the psychos in E Block and anyone in solitary. That’s the word around A Block anyway. Not sure if it’s going to happen or not.

Love,

J.