August 2, 1973, Thursday

Things got worse for Virgil. He is yelling how they took his bunk. Then they shut his water off. It is three in the morning his water has been off since four this afternoon. They told him to drink out of the toilet, if he hasn’t flushed it because the waters off.

He kept screaming that they are acting like a bunch of Nazi’s. That did it, instead of realizing that they went too far they went further. They striped him naked and doused him with water. They left him wet and cold all night. They told him if he wants food or water then he needs to do what they want him to do. What they want is to torture him without his complaining.

I am so torn, I don’t know what to do. I want to join his protest but I don’t see what good that would do. Then the Turnkeys would have two people to torture freely. They know they have him where they want him, no witness except me and I’m another inmate.

The food here sucks, it’s worse than boot camp. In boot camp they cooked the powered eggs. The meals served here come with a quarter of the scrambled eggs still powder and uncooked. Or maybe it’s sulfur. Lunch and dinner are just as bad. Later.