Matile has one other hobby, a mildly troubling one, which I'll get to in a minute. He eventually passes the class-I'm quite proud-and from then on he spends several hours each day making licence plates and cutting logs. Soon he begins taking a workshop safety class, led by my construction foreman.
In the morning he showers, puts on a clean uniform, uses the payphone to talk to his family, and begins what will be his routine for the next several days: eating meals, watching TV in his cell, talking on the phone, and occasionally visiting the yard to stare at the lake. I figure that's normal: who can sleep their first night in prison, especially having recently had a pair of hedge trimmers forcibly removed from his butt? He heads back to his cell where he spends the entire night slowly pacing around instead of sleeping.
After a look around, he drifts out to the yard for a bit, then moves to the canteen for a meal (high quality, of course). Soon he's in his proper cell, where he slowly mopes around his new surroundings.
