7-21-2002

It was windy and cold on the yard. I played a game of basketball with the youngster. He’s 21 years old and out of shape physically and mentally. I’ll do what I can to get him back on track. It’s always good being out of the cell. I talked to Blue for awhile. He talks too much, but he’s right on point on things.

I’m almost finished with my poem. I spent some time working on it.

I wrote to Yuri, B and P. They’ll be glad to hear from me. I want to keep up with my writing.

The days are going by. I’m conscious of it. I just don’t know what the future holds for me.

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