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Just got back from Rough Brew. Checked in with the bohemians. The air is so cold today it refreshes the lungs and invigorates the skin to sit outside. Cam was drinking a big Anchor Steam slyly, the rest of us were just waking up with coffee. His brother recently paroled out of federal and looks to be going back soon. Prison shapes men to stay inside. It builds codes of honor that don’t work in the outside world. This is the topic of Cam’s drunken 11 am rant.

“Steve typed in ‘Cam’s a prostitute’ in an English to Latin translator and my brother wanted to smash the computer into his face for disrespecting me and the family. It was seriously an hour long argument just to calm him down.”

Dirty Hippy, who lives directly about the coffee shop, says, “What a weak insult.”

“Imagine if he said ‘I fucked your Mom’ in Dutch,” Brandon says.

“You don’t get it, it’s that important to him, that’s what prison culture is all about. You don’t disrespect anyone without consequences,” Cam says.

Not a lot of laughs in prison. Cam is a Union carpentar and is number 145 on the hire list. When someone mentions the 4.1 earthquake yesterday he says, “I’m hoping for the big one soon so I can get some work.”

He drags on his cigarette, exhales, spits on the sidewalk between his legs then rubs it in the concrete with his foot. He hits the bottle then begins again.

“The only thing we’re building these days are water treatment plants and prisons. In the early 90′s it was schools and hospitals. Show’s you what’s important in this society.” Then he smacks Dirty Hippy.

“It’s 11 in the morning. None of us are drunk. Can you please chill out?” he asks Cam.

Cam keeps on talking, he’s the only one with any vigor this morning as we clutch our paper coffee cups for heat and see our breath in the air. There’s a story that starts about a tattoo that kept him out of prison for beating a “fucked up” Mormon girl, but I have to get down the road so I’ll have to wait till next Saturday to make and sense of it.