Saturday May 29th
It was another cold night. Jim was transferred to solitary for fighting about a misunderstanding on the basketball court. I really missed him. His warm breath, his soft touch, and the love we made every night after lights out. Prison is like a vacation when Jim is here, but without him I'm lonely, there is nothing. The food today was less than average, and I did laundry this week. Nothing eventful. The only thing on my mind is when Jim is coming back, and how he feels. I hope they don't forget about him. I haven't.
-Johnny
