my first day in pgrcc

I was about 175 pounds when I first walked into Prince George jail.

It was my first time inside. I didn’t know anyone. I didn’t know the rules. I was scared to death, even if I didn’t have the words for that yet.

They put me in a bottom cell. As soon as I stepped in, a guy walked in behind me. I remember him telling me to clean up, saying it was count. My ears started ringing. Everything went fuzzy. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor.

I’d been knocked out for a second. My nose was broken. Blood everywhere. I had no sense of why it happened. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I didn’t even know anyone in that jail.

When the guard came and asked me what happened, I laughed it off. I told him I slipped on the bed and cracked my nose. I tried to make it sound like nothing. I didn’t want attention. I didn’t want problems. I didn’t understand yet that jail doesn’t work like that.

They took me to health care and then moved me to another unit on the fourth floor. When I walked in, it felt unreal. The walls were thick plexiglass—four or five feet. You could see all four sides. The lights were bright. Too bright. Everyone was quiet. It didn’t feel like a normal unit.

I was overwhelmed. I was brand new to jail, and nothing made sense.

The guy next to me was reading. I could see him clearly through the plexiglass. He offered me some paper and some food. I refused. He said his name was Cody and asked mine. I told him my name was Corey.

I asked him why he was there. He said he wasn’t allowed to say. He told me he was doing a story with a TV show and his lawyer said if he talked, he’d get screwed over in court. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

Later, I learned his name was Cody Legebokoff.

Canada’s youngest serial killer.

At the time, he was just the guy in the cell next to me.

There was another guy mopping the unit. I asked him about the plastic walls. He looked at me and said, “This is the shoe.”

I didn’t even know what that meant yet.

The next day, a guard brought me a note. It had come up through the laundry in my clothes. It said I was supposed to come back down. That’s when I found out why I got hit.

They said I was whistling on the unit.

I didn’t even remember doing it. I’d been knocked out. I had no idea you weren’t allowed to whistle in jail. Nobody explains the rules when you first get inside. You learn them the hard way.

In jail, whistling inside noone does its how the inmates years ago used two see thir buddys two the hanging galo two get hung so just dont whistle out of respect for the dead ..