26 Feb. 1975
J.
Babe, I don’t like the sound of your plan. A million things could go wrong. And what if it doesn’t work? He won’t forget about you crying rape and then it might be all over for you. All the guys over here hate him, too. One guy, Madison, squared up to him and the arsehole had him thrown into solitary. There’s got to be another way. You sure you can’t knife him? Or poison the fucker? If no one talks, there’s not much the governor or anyone else can do. You’ll lose your privileges and be confined to your cells for a week or two, but the end result will be worth it. I wish I was there to help out. I’ll see if I can think of anything. We might be able to take him out for good this end.
And yep. Am keeping my nose clean. Got my eye on the prize. Of course we’ll see each other
