Epilogue 1 –Two Years Later in the Life of Inmate #872431, Johannsen, B
The past two years have been…interesting. Nothing much has really changed in my life. I’m still a nearly bald con, taking orders doing hard labor. But at the same time, a LOT has changed. I have a new outlook on life, and as much as I hate to admit it, THIS hellhole known as State Prison for Women is responsible.
I’ve really been keeping my nose clean. In my last reclassification hearing, Miss Kelly took away 1 strike, and I was assigned to the laundry. Pilar lost ½ strike and was assigned to the laundry too. Now, instead of really busting our humps in a steaming factory making license plates, we were busting our humps in a steaming laundry.
We were also assigned to a new dorm, but it’s just as restrictive. I’ve become an ace at Spanish at least.
As for the “old school prison justice session" Miss Ambrose promised me, it happened. I’m not going to dwell on it, other than to say the 20 smacks she laid on my bare behind with “Black Mariah", her razor strap, hurt worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. I had to sleep on my belly for a month. I still have bad dreams about being held across her desk by two guards while she beat me. I was told Cory got it too, but not at the time I did. I thought about reporting it, but who would believe me or do anything about it?
