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It’s so much quieter in this cell and so nice not hearing Myra constantly!

Teresa was telling me that Jill told her this is where the cops go that fuck up. Ain’t no cops here since I’ve been here because I’d know it. I still have to watch what I say, though. This is Arizona, and for all I know, I could be charged with bashing the fucking hot-dogs. They’d probably label it “verbal assault of MCSO property.”

Silvia says Palma said we’re now allowed to have bottles for water/juice. That’s good. Now I don’t have to hide my bottle anymore.

The pricks never took my rubber bands. They take shit that isn’t contraband like pencils, but leave shit that is!

Brilliant, guys. Really brilliant.

If I thought Dureen, Brattleboro and Valleyhead made me protective of my stuff/territory, wait till I get out of here!