I know you can do it; one, two and three; keep going. I want you to vision the victory you will have at the end of this day. You’ve worked so hard and everyday done more workouts than ever because of your boredom.

After the last set of pushups, I knew that had been the last time in the day. Everyday stunk of the funky smell of sweat in the workout room of the prison.

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss the outside world. I really do wish that the judge will give me a let go after the next court date.

 I hurried and pushed myself further up as the last thought leaves traces of epiphany behind with a trail of dust. There had to be a way of getting out if I can’t get out upon the judges request. He was my only hope to get out soon.

I’m sorry to say this but I’ve been away now for quite some time and know that most of you have probably stopped reading this blog. There has been a chain of events that have happened to me within the last weeks.

These events have led to my mind being tortured and forced to feel the hatred I had for those dumb guards; whom, beat one down every time they act out.

Two weeks ago, from before, there had been arson started in the main room of the prison. Someone had found a way to set paper on fire and burn out half of the building including the cafeteria. This started to be one of the worst incidents for the prison and I have been switched by the prison board to a different prison as well other people have been moved too.

It has taken me lots of time to get used to this new prison because of the metal shoes we now wear and the ground is magnetic ;- to taunt us that we will never able to be free from this prison ceiling which sits above our head.

I count the pushups again and at thirty. One more pushup made my arms go dead, my pits of the elbow bent halfway tried to get back up but then I fell because of my dead and swollen arms.

By this time now, I pumped out an astounding two hundred pushups for my daily routine and I sit on my bent legs;- my chest breathing in and out at a fast rate. This was the only way which I stayed sane from giving into knocking somebody out on their ass from all the testosterone built within my body.

“Hey would you move it, your blocking the basketball court. I felt someone kick under my foot and he seemed very urgent.

Once more he kneed me in the back and I twisted my back, while I turned my head just enough to see a blurry glimpse of him and I had a serious expression on my face to make sure he knew that I would fight him, if he started something.

He pushed my back; I stepped up my left foot from underneath me, and soon after the right foot and quickly turned around with my hands balled up in fists at my side.

“Don’t mess with me!” I yelled with frustration as I looked down on him and my head was bent downwards.

He shook his head and spit on my shoe. I stepped inside his legs and made a gesture with my fist to his face;- he stepped back, thinking I were to hit him.

 As he walks off, turns his head toward me and move my hands toward my chest to show him who was boss.

I guess one could say that I will be the happiest person in the world if I ever get out of here.

Signed Out

                            Robert

 

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