I managed to get some sleep. The next morning, the prisoners were to do the following: exercise, eat leftovers, sleep some more, wrestle other prisoners, write letters, or work in the garden. I avoided the garden because the officers did every job except any job that requires going near the compost pile. But I was planning on talking to the Warden. The rules say nothing about meeting the Warden for improvements of the prison. I learned that because my dad used to write letters to me before he got shot 6 years ago.
So, I put my random plan into action.
I walked in the Warden's office and told him of an idea of how to boost the morale of the prisoners. After I finished, the Warden stood up and in an angry voice muttered "You want to build a BASEBALL FIELD?!?!?"
"Yup. That is my idea."
"How do I know you're not trying to get the equipment to escape?"
"I assure you, it's not."
"Speaking of escape...." He added, not in his angry mood anymore.
"Isn't it weird how my bodyguard's revolver disappears right after I leave your cell, and it turns up when a cell-mate of yours tries to escape?"
"Actually, now that you mentioned it, it does seem kind of weird."
"Huh? You agree with me? Just.... Just leave."
"Ok sir. I'll leave." I left quickly, expecting the Warden to pull out a revolver from his desk and shoot me. But, he just laid down in his chair.
This is going better than I thought. Now to irritate James West. I thought to myself as I went to the garden to work....