Everyday I get up at 5, make a cup of coffee, and watch the local news to get the weather forecast. I read a magazine on the can, and eat oatmeal with a scoop of peanut butter for breakfast. I work out at 8, take a walk at 12, and nap at 3. I wear one pair of pants and three different white tees. There’s no one to impress but I shave and shower every day regardless. I buy the good, five dollar toothpaste, and the clean-smelling dollar-a-bar soap. My whole life fits into one locker. It would be amusing if it wasn’t so sad.
There’s people I kick it with and would call friends, but I’m not trying to make any. Friends are incidental and transitory in here. You spin laps with someone for a year, and then they suddenly go home or get shipped out to another joint, and you never hear from them again. I don’t drink or smoke but could go for a real beer(not rotten orange juice that’s been cooking for three days in someone’s drawers). With nothing on the line and only a date four years in the future to look forward to, I’m trying to be someone I can look in the mirror today, and be proud of (or, at least okay with).
My world’s reduced to something regimented and easily manageable, realizing in the process that many things I did to be cool in my 20s were in fact counterproductive and uncool. It’s a bittersweet realization now that I’m a 32 year old convict.
Easy Trouble 