Day 462: Got a week in the hole. I spiked the ball really hard and busted Jimmy's nose. Hey, he's a 7-ft 400lb gentle giant. How did I know he would cry like a schoolgirl?
Day 473: One of the nicer guards told me that they sometimes make wagers on our games. He told me if I won my game against some accomplished prison tennis player tomorrow, he might feel charitable enough to reward me. I wonder if I could get something smuggled in, like a rock hammer, or maybe something that pays off a little more immediately.
Oh, he also said if I lost I'd be locked in solitary with a rabid dog. He didn't specify for how long.
Day 474: Luckily I ended up winning. The guard kept his end of the deal and has started an appeal that will get me out for good behavior. I just have to keep from shankin' bitches for a week...
Day 475: Shanked a guy today. There goes my appeal. At least it was worth it. The jerk looked at me funny. Wait a second, that was the guy with the lazy eye. oops.
Day 500: After that time in solitary I realised I was behaving completely irrationally, and shouldn't have shanked someone to get back at someone else who was treating me nicely.
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