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       Life Without: A Memoir Continued
   DIR By: Wolfman
       Date: September 1, 2022, 12:23 am
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       We'll start chapter 30 here:  More twists and turns to come.
       Chapter 30:
       4 1/2 Down
       The snowflake, the long corridor, the wait in the chair.
       We know the routine.
       It was time for me semi-annual review session with Bavasi.
       It was 4 1/2 years today that I was sentenced.
       I don't know why they continue to have these semi-annual
       reviews.....I don't even think about dates anymore.
       My focus is not on the injustice of the past but the positivity
       and the potential for the future.
       The door opened
       "Please come in.:
       I followed her to her familiar desk and to my familiar chair.
       My file was on her desk already opened, as I'm sure she was
       perusing it to refresh her memory of inmate 03012018.
       Me.
       "So, how are things," hitting it off with this open question. It
       reminded me of that "tell me about yourself" question that
       starts a job interview.
       "Good....very good, actually."
       "Anything to tell me why things are going so well?"
       "Just....everything, really."
       I added, "A person incarcerated here is never supposed to say
       this out-loud, but....I'm in my comfort zone."
       "And what things or circumstances are making you into your
       comfort zone?"
       "It's just...my life in general....this is my universe. This is
       my world. It's not about the inside world...in here....or
       so-called Freedom: the outside world....inside here.....this is
       where my mind and my heart is...."
       Bavasi looked content. I could sense the inquisitiveness in her
       eyes, however. I don't think she was used to hearing this.
       Many inmates in these obligatory semi-annual reviews would
       lament their time behind bars: the tension, the longing for
       family, the annoyances of living in a small-squar box with a
       cellmate and the uncertainty of unexpected violence that can
       strike at any time.
       "Well as you know, I'm here to listen. If there's anything you
       want to tell me....whether good or bad, I'm here."
       "I understand, Mrs. Bavasi. And I appreciate it."
       She looked me up and down...."you're still growing," she said
       with a smile and nod.
       "Yeah, this is what I do to keep the blood moving," referring to
       my consistent weight training in Yard.
       "Well, I guess that's that, then,"
       "I'm sure you have others coming in here today to speak with
       you....and you probably hear a lot of problems and complaining
       from other inmates."
       "That's what I'm here for....I'm here to help," her eyes opening
       with a small genuine smile.
       I could tell Mrs. Bavasi liked her job and that she actually
       cared.
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