The acting of "rolling 'em up" is good or bad, depending on the context. In the County Jail or in Todd Road, getting rolled up is a good thing, because it means either release or being transferred here to Camarillo. On the other hand, the flip side is that if you're hear in furlough, getting rolled up means that you get sent to County. In the four weeks (!) that I've been here, I've seen three people get rolled up. One guy was one of the dudes with whom I was admitted. (There was three of us that day: myself, Richard, and that guy.) He was rolled up for using the payphones to call his wife, thus violating a restraining order. Roll 'em up!

The other guy was someone who got admitted into the adjoining room next to mine. The four bunkies of 226 share a bathroom with the four dudes from 224, all of whom are pretty cool. There's James, who I've seen in uniform so he must work in Port Hueneme (pronounced why-KNEE-me); John, a big Irish guy who's been in and out of alcohol rehab; Mtua, a big Samoan-looking guy who's actually from the Cook Islands (Robert likes to call him "Ptua", complete with faux-spitting); and Stan, a 6-4 semi-pro soccer player who's in for an nth DUI charge. We're all pretty cool with each other and I'm lucky that, for the time being, I can stand the people that are around me.

So this other guy comes in and gets added to 224; they're now Five Deep. There was just something strange about him. You can tell by looking at someone whether or not to extend some trust in him, and he just had that look. Some people even went as far as to call him a rat, which is a death knell in the correctional facility, almost as much as being called a child molester. He got rolled up when he said that he was sick, but the staff caught him in his lie when he was out in the smoking area.

The last guy actually was a molester of some sort, though the girl was 17 or 18. Stat, as they say. But the kicker was that he walked around with a terrible looking toupee! Everyone just called him Rug. He drove a teal Bronco jeep that had a rag top: I mused that even his car had a toupee. His roommates would fuck with him almost every time. They would jerryrig the door so that upon opening (it swings in to the room), an empty mini-Pringles can would shower the entrant with either crumbs or with water. This sort of prank is haha-very-funny to a normal person, but to a person with a toupee, it had to really suck, and I started to feel bad for him (although empathy should never be outwardly shown; it's elementary school all over again). One time, they actually put sleeping pills dissolved into his 12 oz. Coke bottle so that he passed out in the TV room, thus missing head count. Cold, cold shit they did.

But he was a complete pain in the ass to the staff as well, always complaining about this and that, about having an appointment here or having a change of schedule there. It got to the point where he was issued two write-ups in a short amount of time, and they decided that enough was enough. The proverbial straw breaking their back.