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rain and cold is a good nap time I would think. Let’s see what Ivan can get into in nap time 🤪
 
Down where I live we usually have beautiful weather year-round, but today it’s cold and rainy. I do believe it’s time for a nap… Walt has convinced me that a nap is imperative at this point in my life… dutches in the middle of his nap, and Ivan is going to be bouncing off the walls if I take one
Naps are just fine. You've earned it, bud. Well...at least...I have.
Let Ivan tear some stuff up. Energy release and stuff. Sleep well.
 
Yep. I turned 18 in boot camp, and became a man in the process of wearing that uniform! I learned I can do anything I set my mind to, and I'm pretty damned proud of that.
Same here brother. I came out ready for whatever came my way. Well most everything but Prison.😁
That was my second military training in good ole Texas Penal Institution.😁
 
Same here brother. I came out ready for whatever came my way. Well most everything but Prison.😁
That was my second military training in good ole Texas Penal Institution.😁
I'm glad I missed that training. Sheer stupid luck and near-misses is prolly why, but I've only been fingerprinted once, at AFEES.
 
Yeah I liked it so much I wet back a second time. Finally decided I had all the training I needed in the fields and a 5x9 cell.😁 I got out for the last time 38yrs ago.
Believe it or not my military training helped me in Prison. Those guards talking **** and running up to you on horse back and all that hard labor wasn't **** up beside the Fking Drill Sargents and Basic Training.
 
Yeah I liked it so much I wet back a second time. Finally decided I had all the training I needed in the fields and a 5x9 cell.😁 I got out for the last time 38yrs ago.
Believe it or not my military training helped me in Prison. Those guards talking **** and running up to you on horse back and all that hard labor wasn't **** up beside the Fking Drill Sargents and Basic Training.
My old man was a strict disciplinarian (very strict, but also very fair) and he made sure I had full callouses on my hands by the time I was 15. I started doing 'hard labor' at age 12 or so. Fvcker worked my arse off, he did.

We had guys dropping oput of (Air Force!) boot camp...I breezed through it.

I'm extremely claustrophobic, though - prison would be real tough for me just for that reason.
 
I was only in the county lockup, but that was enough to expose me to the hardcore inmates that run the place. That and the eleven months in work release convinced me that lowest denominators of society are in prisons, some of them as guards running the place.

As a martial artist, I kept the inmates in place, but the guards had a field day. I finally complained about one extremely belligerent and totally unreasonable hard *** who was riding me because I was a "college boy" working in middle management, and got him reassigned, but the next day they replaced my cell mate with a guy that snored like a sawmill with some broken parts and suffered from sleep apnea, so would suddenly stop breathing a mid course.

I was also assigned to clean buggers off the walls and other unpleasant tasks, just to make a point.

While I was there, I volunteered to tutor GED students in math and science and wrote professional resumes for some, to aid them in getting a job while on work release. A real eyeopener as I discovered that the issue wasn't that the GED students couldn't understand the math or science, it was because without exception, they couldn't read or had poor reading comprehension.
 
I was only in the county lockup, but that was enough to expose me to the hardcore inmates that run the place. That and the eleven months in work release convinced me that lowest denominators of society are in prisons, some of them as guards running the place.

As a martial artist, I kept the inmates in place, but the guards had a field day. I finally complained about one extremely belligerent and totally unreasonable hard *** who was riding me because I was a "college boy" working in middle management, and got him reassigned, but the next day they replaced my cell mate with a guy that snored like a sawmill with some broken parts and suffered from sleep apnea, so would suddenly stop breathing a mid course.

I was also assigned to clean buggers off the walls and other unpleasant tasks, just to make a point.

While I was there, I volunteered to tutor GED students in math and science and wrote professional resumes for some, to aid them in getting a job while on work release. A real eyeopener as I discovered that the issue wasn't that the GED students couldn't understand the math or science, it was because without exception, they couldn't read or had poor reading comprehension.
Sounds a little like public school honors grads here in 'Murica.
 

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