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If I could have fun and not get in trouble I would do it.

Sometimes I had fun and got in trouble, because all of my decisions weren't perfect. Imagine that! So as time went on, there were little if any deviations from protocol by me, because I had acquired too many enemies of, inmates, officers and big shots.

Boomers friend had a stylish walk that he had perfected. It was a kind of a walk that was similar to what I'd see bands in a parade do; a little bit of a hitch in the git-a-long. Watching him, I tried to copy him. He started laughing and gave me a few pointers to perfect it.

Boomer with his booming Barry White type of a voice would occasionally belt out a tune. At times I would join in.

One day Boomer and his buddy were walking down the flag. I came up behind them using the special walk. Boomer started walking like that too. Then he started to sing. We joined in. The three of us were walking down the flag doing the walk and singing. This grabbed the attention of other inmates that were out. They were smiling and laughing and some of them joined in singing. Yes, there were times in this place that were worth remembering.