29 Jun. 75
J.
I asked McKenny about moving back and he said, based on past events, he didn’t think it was a good idea. I pretty much begged him to let me move back, but he said if he did it for me, he’d have to do it for everyone who had a “bum buddy.” What a cunty thing to say. I reminded him there was a spare bed in your cell. He said no. I said I might be getting paroled soon and so I wouldn’t even be with you all that long. He said no. He told me he tried to be fair in all his dealings with the inmates, but it was a prison and not a hotel. He had to trot out that old chestnut, didn’t he? Like I didn’t f*****g know the difference myself. It’s a bit hard to forget. He reminded me how you’ve been given special permission to study off site and how I was allowed to assist Burton in the ki
