It is an extremely uncommon day of really nice weather for mid November. Despite my back ache and whiplash, I go to rec but opt to use the phone. W/hen I get to the phone I usually use, a small guy is sitting at it but not calling anyone. When I ask to use it, he tells me he is holding it for a different scrawny guy who walks around me to accept his reservation. The second scrawny guy then dismisses my request for the phone explaining that he is holding it for a stocky guy. The first guy explains that he was recruited to reserve/hold the phone for the second who held the phone for the last guy who I asked, despite being the first one to the phone with any interest to use it, to let me know when he is done and to "put me on the list" as next. He stays on the phone for the entire rec and I repeatedly check back. He even comes outside to get another inmate at one point but says he is still on it and hurries back inside before I can get in the door.
I practice shooting left handed even though my back has me making all sorts of noise. Another guy who joined me to shoot around asked if I had Tourette's (syndrome). The last beautiful day for the year. The stocky guy stays on the phone until almost the end of rec but the guards let me get on the phone and gives me a few minutes after watching me try all rec to repeatedly check for a phone. This is how the guys "own" the phones though. They recruit "send offs" to be where they cannot in exchange for simple approval or inclusion. The simple transaction as old as mankind to prey upon someone's insecurity to satisfy some underhanded interest. On the way back to my cell, the stocky guy tries to shoulder check me as well, like some sort of effort to intimidate me. I move out of the way almost quick enough and it turns into this weird glancing rub as he strides past into a group of other inmates in the hall. Back in my cell, the first scrawny guy is across from me and I tell him that what he did prevented anyone else from using the phone. He offers to reserve the phone for me next time but I said no. I tell him if I make it there or am next in line that I would appreciate him being good enough to just keep it honest. I tell him I don't want any special favors.
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