081613 #worm Smoke all morning. Cough, cough, sit on the couch, listen to the conch go conk when I throw it against the stale, urine-coloured cinder wall. Jail. Ha! Okay then. Welcome back to my jale cell. I'm gitting ready to teach a class. Or a clernch, as the young men have it. I don't want to do it. I don't want to do it at all. But, my parole orificer says I have to if I want to have any hope of ever getting out of here at all.