This is documentation of thirty-five months of prison life, in journals I sent to relatives between February 2012 and December 2014. These often redundant and rambling missives produced much of the material for Lookout for Shorts.
My book is an often comical, character-strewn story of corrections for a largely misspent life. My arrest for trafficking in party drugs leads to fish-out-of-water experiences in rehab, a halfway house, and prison. Ninety percent of the story takes place in lockup, including time in The Hole for writing offenses. Backstory describes my underachievement history, consequences of substance abuse, and anecdotes from my life before prison.
Lookout is mostly gonzo and jocular in tone. The story is a departure from Oz-like hard core prison tales, instead focusing on the “adult daycare” follies of minimum security lockup. What it’s like to endure its coarse subculture, and how I evolved from an overly-entitled “book learnin’ smartass” to empathizing with my downtrodden fellow felons.