Journal entry 31: Febuary 25th
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I returned home today, briefly. I'm sleeping in my old bedroom and got to eat dinner with Mary and my mother. We came back to Michigan for an exhibition game, against a team in prison. I was a little suprised that they have baseball in prison, but I guess it's a good way to keep the inmates occupied. I actually ran into someone I used to know in highschool. I was a freshman when he was a senior. He dropped out, got involved in criminal activities, ended up here in prison. This man, whose name I don't see any reason to mention, regrets his mistakes and wants to do better when he gets released. He told me that staying out of trouble in prison is usually just about keeping busy. He does his job in the prison laundry, reads books from the library, plays these baseball games when he can, and even joined a soap opera club in prison. You'd be suprised how many murderers and rapists are addicted to shows like "On her own." Like I said it's a good way to keep themselves occupied and a way for the guards to reward good behavior. It felt a little weird, seeing someone I went to highschool with now in prison. If I didn't have such a good and strong mother, it could have been me in here.
