Randy's Journal (August 2007)
Note to readers of these entries: There are many
grammatical, punctuation and typing errors. It would be incredibly time
consuming to go through each entry and correct the mistakes, so I ask
that the reader please forgive me of these errors. Each entry goes
through several hands in the process of getting my words from death row
to your computer screen in a timely fashion. Thank you for your
patience. I hope you will enjoy my writings.
8/1/07
I didn’t get moved last night, which I found odd. I guess I will
be moved today. It’s been pretty uneventful. Did my typical routine.
The sun is out and it’s a bit toasty today, but all in all not a
terrible day. I still have to catch up on getting a couple of letters
out—I’m about to take a correspondence course that a school offers
free to prisoners so I need to get a letter to them to enroll. Why not
keep the mind focused?
Just got moved. I’m on B-Pod. It’s quiet but kind of dirty. Oh, well.
Gotta get unpacked. Peace.
8/3/07
I just finished eating a pickle. Yum. I had to eat something
because after playing 30 games of basketball I was starving. I won 27
games to 3, just as I did the day before. It was really great to play
at night. I watched the sun set completely which was really nice. It’s
rare that I’m able to be outside at night time. I also love how you
can feel the temperature drop as the sun sets and a light breeze
brushes up against you.
The best part of being outside tonight was actually getting to see the
stars for about five minutes. We were playing ball when all of the
compound lights shut off. It had to have been some sort of glitch, but
when those lights cut off the stars jumped right into plain view. It
was really beautiful. We stopped right in the middle of that game and
leaned our heads back to look at the sky. I haven’t seen the stars
like that since being in Colorado in January 2001. Of course, they
fixed whatever glitch it was and we were once again enveloped in
bright artificial light drowning out the sky above us.
I came in to some mail sitting on my bed and a beautiful card from my
girl. Wow. The words she wrote were really touching. I can’t believe
that love has landed my way.
Most of the day was uneventful. I really didn’t do much at all except
write and read and wait to go outside. It was really nice for the
guards to allow us to go out and play. They really didn’t have to. I
know I gripe about many of them, but there are some guards who are
generally pretty nice and treat you like a human being. I just don’t
know why some make it their personal mission to treat a per-son like
crap. As if it’s their duty to treat you subhuman and punish you and
judge you.
I’m getting tired now and it’s time to go to bed. Sweet dreams…
Peace and love.
8/4/07
It’s Saturday night and I’ve been contemplating something ever
since I finished reading an article in the current Newsweek magazine
about some gorillas that were just killed in the Congo. It talked
about how there are less than 700 mountain gorillas left on earth and
the senselessness of their deaths. I know many people would think that
it’s no big deal—they’re just animals, but I think some-thing awful is
going to happen if humans don’t take their head of out the asses soon.
I think nature is going to turn on us. Climate-wise it’s already
happening, but I think there’s something we’re not understanding about
animals in particular. For a long time we thought animals weren’t
capable of the emotions that humans experience, but studies constantly
prove that idea wrong. Hippos, primates, elephants, birds, dogs, cats,
dolphins, whales have the ability to express themselves through
empathy. Recently, many elephants all over the world have responded
with violence towards human, and research has shown that the violent
behavior stems from decades of mistreatment and psychological
battering, as an article from National Geographic stated.
Whales and dolphins have been committing suicide and have even turned
on humans in some cases. Why? Could it be because we’ve pretty much
ruined the oceans and spent centuries hunting them down and killing
them into near extinction?
I find it ironic that in our quest to make our lives easier and to
fatten our bellies and line our pockets out of greed and selfishness
that it seems ol’ spaceship earth has had enough and has put the
cosmic brakes on and is saying, “Whoa, there fella. Better slow down
or we’re going to have to kick you off.”
So, I look at this picture of a slaughtered pregnant gorilla and see
myself in her face and wonder what the hell is wrong with us. We
really need to wake up be-fore it’s too late.
My mind is kind of crowded with thoughts tonight. It’s hot and I’m
just tired of seeing so much violence shroud this world…
Peace.
8/5/07
Today was uneventful, though I got a call on KDOL that about
turned me into a puddle of mush. My girlfriend’s little girl said
hello and blew me kisses. It was so cute to hear over the radio. It
really made my evening. Right now I’m about to begin a book, a true
account called In the Heart of the Sea about a whale ship attacked by
a whale in 1819. I read the prelude and I’m already hooked. Good
night!
Peace. |
8/6/07
Today was the first day of an extreme heat wave coming through. We
went outside to play ball with every intention of playing as many
games as possible. The guy I’ve been playing against always gives it
his best—and he did play better today, but I won 15 to 5. After eight
games he damn near had an asthma attack and I had to bang on the glass
to get a guard to bring his inhaler. I told him, “Dude don’t die on me
out here,” kidding him. After a couple of huffs we started playing
again, but by the time we played 20 games I had drunk about five
bottles of water. Sheesh. Good ol’ Texas heat—gotta love it.
Peace and love.
8/7/07
106 degree heat index. Pure freakin’ insanity. Not a cloud in the
sky and when you look out of your window and look at the sidewalk that
passes behind this pod you can see heat mirages. I’ve written before
about how this building acts like a refrigerator in the winter and a
pizza oven in the summer. Today I feel like I’m in a slow rotisserie
oven. Now I know what a chicken feels like. Sprinkle some seasoning
and pepper on me, maybe a little basil and garlic and I’ll be ready to
plop on a tray, or as the saying goes stick a fork in me. I’m done.
Would you like gravy on your mashed potatoes?
Because of the heat the guards are getting extra grumpy. In a way I
sympathize with them. They have to walk around in 25 pound stab-proof
vests and other security gear. At least we have the luxury of taking
off our clothing. Don’t think I haven’t been tempted to get buck naked
today.
My mind is melting so I accomplished nothing. I lie on the semi-cool
floor and let the sweat drip into a cooling puddle around me. I’m
exaggerating a bit, but damn it is hot. That’s all my mind can get
around: “Hot.” Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot. Did I say hot?
106 degree heat index!
Peace. |
8/8/07
Another very hot day. My neighbor had said it was so hot that
twenty minutes after having his shower he was still stinking. I said,
“What do you mean? You didn’t use any soap?” “Nah, man,” he said.
“It’s just you know how when you scrub your ass real good and get all
the junk out of there like them little balls of toilet paper and all
that? Well, man, my ass is sweating and it’s shitty smelling.” I was,
like, whoa, fella, a little too much information! I couldn’t stop
laughing.
I expected to be moved today, but they caught me off guard and didn’t
do any moves. That was fine by me, because for the past two weeks I’ve
missed the show on NBC “Last Comic Standing.” It’s a
competition/reality show to find the best stand-up comedian. This
season isn’t as good as last summer’s but there are a couple I am
pulling for.
I can’t believe how hot it is… It’s been bad the past three days and
my brain feels like a slushy. Pretty hot.
Pretty much the same things happening around this place. It’s been
really boring. I am looking forward to a visit next week, though.
I need to put in a request to get weighed. I know I’m losing weight
because my boxer shorts are starting to slide off of my buttocks and
some female guards have commented on me so… (Don’t get mad, baby—I
love ya! Hah!) My energy level is through the roof, though. It’s just
my brain is mush. See…I’m rambling like and idiot. I’ll close for now.
Peace.
8/9/07
I just finished listening to a program called “Democracy Now” and
today they were talking about the death penalty and the law of parties
in Texas, focusing on a man whose execution date is set for 8/30/07,
Kenneth Foster. Kenneth was sentenced under a very popular and misused
law in Texas called “The Law of Parties.” I was convicted under this
law as were many others here on Texas’ Death Row, who were not
involved in the murder of another person. Kenneth’s only chance to
live is now in the hands of the Board of Pardons and Parole and
ultimately Governor Rick Perry. It would take me forever to list the
specifics of Kenneth’s case, but if you’ve never heard of him I
strongly suggest you go to democracynow.org and look in the archives
for today’s show (8/9/07). You can download the video and audio of
that program. If you are a person with any type of compassion you will
be moved by this show on Kenneth and if you are PLEASE write a letter
to Governor Rick Perry asking him to spare his life. The man who
committed the actual murder has already been executed and his other
co-defendants were given normal prison sentences. How is this
“justice”? People MUST speak up to save this man’s life. That would be
the only true justice.
With the law of parties a jury has to be convinced that the defendant
entered crime knowingly and intentionally set out to kill someone.
Now, I know that there are people out there with the opinion that if
you were around you were just as guilty as the person who pulled the
trigger, but the key word is INTENT. Did you expect someone would be
hurt or killed? Or did you already have that in mind? If a person is
driving the get-away car for his partner who is in the act of robbing
someone, how is the driver supposed to know that the robber intends to
kill someone? What if the robber told him that he wasn’t going to hurt
anyone? The driver believes at that point that everything will be
cool… What if you tell yourself that under no circumstances would you
hurt someone, but one of your co-defendants ends up doing just that?
It doesn’t excuse the crime and under the law the defendant should be
punished, but death for a non-participant is not equal justice.
Another thing that makes the law of parties unequal is that you can be
the shooter and get a lighter sentence than a non-shooter. In the case
of Michael Johnson his co-defendant confessed and was given a very,
very short sentence while Michael was sentenced to die. There are
dozens of cases like that in Texas. Plea bargains are made,
co-defendants try to save their own ass and point the finger at
another… Maybe in some cases the lines are blurred in regard to who
the actual participants were, but in the case of Kenneth Foster,
Michael and myself, the facts are pretty overwhelming.
Here in a little while I’ll be heading outside. I’ve been on B-Pod for
about eight days now so I’m pretty sure I’ll be given my eviction
notice tonight so I have to go out and play some ball. It’s already 95
degrees outside so I’m not sure how many games we’ll be playing, but
it’ll be nice. I hope to get a little sun burn too, because I’m
starting to turn pasty while again.
I really need to get to E-Pod. As much as I dislike that pod, I was
working on getting some art work done by a couple of really talented
guys. I may also see if I can find someone who would be willing to
draw my comic strip ideas. I have to get them brought to life! It’s
frustrating because I draw at the level of a kindergartener. Ha-ha. My
brain seems to whirl better with words than with drawing.
Guess I’ll close this up for the time being. Please speak out against
Kenneth Foster’s execution. His time is running out.
Just came in from playing ball. We played 20 games. I won 15 to five,
but man it was really too hot to play.
I’m not being moved either.
Peace!
8/10/07
I still haven’t been moved. I heard we’re going to be getting a
new major so that means things will change (probably for the worse)
back here.
Today has been hot and boring. Good news is I was weighed today and
I’ve lost 12 pounds. WooHoo!
Time to go. Bye-bye (I’m boring, I know).
Peace. |
8/19/07
I didn’t feel like writing any journal entries this past week.
Much on my mind, but I always have to think about what I want to share
for the whole world to see and what to keep buried inside…
My friend came to visit Monday and Tuesday and we had a really nice
time. The visits passed by much too fast. It had been so hot on B pod
that when I stepped into the visitation building it was as if I had
entered a meat locker. I wasn’t complaining, though. It could’ve been
the Arctic Circle for all I cared.
Mid-week I started getting depressed thinking about my brother,
Wesley. I sent a letter to him and it was returned to sender, so I
have no clue where he’s living and if he’s okay. I miss him so much,
but he’s so hard to keep up with. So, Wes, if you somehow manage to
keep up with this, write or email me and let me know you’re okay!
Please.
It’s also been about two weeks since I’ve heard from my girlfriend,
which is just really odd… I hope nothing bad has happened. This place
being so out of touch and contact with the outside has a way of
playing with your imagination, and mine is wacky enough that I end up
fretting over things that are usually okay.
Oh—and I found out one of my co-defendants wrote a “confessions” book
capitalizing on the Texas Seven stuff which will only bring unwanted
attention. I just don’t like that he’s making money off the crime. If
it was a simple autobiography that would be fine by me, but in the
title he specifically wrote Texas Seven. Ugh.
So, other than Monday and Tuesday, the week has pretty much sucked.
It’s 2:36 PM and I’m listening to KDOL and still no phone call, which
really stinks. To be continued…
The radio show just ended and no calls. That sucks. I suppose until I
get some mail I won’t know what’s up. Story of my life.
All there is left to do for the rest of the day (evening, I mean) is
to read and maybe listen to a movie or two.
Peace.
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8/20/07
It’s Monday 5:08 P.M. Right now the guards are serving dinner, but
madness has broken out due to the over zealous acts of a particular
female guard. Apparently she is refusing to feed dinner to those who
do not get on their knees and face the back of their cells.
Technically speaking (though few guards enforce the rule) you are
supposed to sit on your bed until a tray is placed in your food slot.
Then the guards are supposed to back away from the opened slot three
feet. The kneeling rule is only to be used during a lockdown, though
in my 11 years of incarceration I’ve never seen it enforced. She has
been creating problems all day and smirks about it. Sheesh.
It’s been a fairly slow day and I’m trying to keep my mind off
depressing things. I’ve yet to go to recreation so I’ll probably be
going after shift change. I need to get out of this cell for real.
Texas has its 400th execution this week which is pretty disgusting.
400 human beings since 1976. How many innocents? How many redeemed and
changed people? That averages out to 13-14 people a year in the last
31 years. Then next week there are three executions back to back to
back, systematic governmental killing of it own citizens.
Well, it’s now after ten at night and I’ve just returned from
recreation. Someone was listening to KDOL and said my girlfriend still
hadn’t called and I didn’t get any mail. So I just don’t know what is
going on. It’s getting to be very depressing to sit and think of a
thousand possible outcomes. Little fishes of dust, worry, fear,
swimming though my head. I put my heart on the line and it sucks to
worry/wonder if it’s going to blow up in my face again for like the
billionth time… Peace.
8/21/07
I just woke up after five hours of sleep. Yeah, I brushed my teeth
and washed my face. It’s 6:28 A.M. and I’m waiting to go to
recreation. I don’t know why I felt the need to write this, but I
have. It’s going to be a long day.
It’s now 6:33 P.M. I’ve accomplished nothing today. All I really did
was goof around with my neighbor and try to keep any negative thoughts
out of my mind. When you worry about something back here it’s the
equivalent of a freaking noose around your neck as you wait for the
trap door to drop—it’ll hang you if you allow it to.
My radio is on the blink! It has a mind of its own. I’ll repair it and
then some-thing else will go wrong. I didn’t want to turn it in for a
new one because the lady who processes that kind of stuff quit so
they’re looking for a new officer to do it and it could be weeks. I’ll
deal with it.
Tomorrow marks Texas’ 400th execution and I’ve heard nothing on the
sucky corporate mainstream media. Oddly enough, not even National
Public Radio has mentioned it. See how folks just turn a blind eye?
Sigh…guess I’ll just sit here and wait for mail.
Peace.
8/22/07
Today marks the 400th execution. I
can’t think of much to say so I will respond with silence…
8/26/07
Well…I hadn’t written anything for the past few days because I’ve
fallen into a little depression. I’m fighting through it, though.
Besides, it’s been a pretty slow week anyway. Other than the 400th
execution, things have been neither here nor there.
It’s Sunday and I’m listening to the “Shoutout” show on KDOL. Today
I’ll hope to have a little more information on what’s going on with my
girlfriend. I still haven’t heard from her, and I’m starting to have
the feeling that I’ve been dumped. I mean, I would hope not, but who
knows? I mean, if something bad had happened, I think she would’ve
told me by now. It’s just so odd that it’s been this long already. On
top of that, I had the weirdest dream of being dumped last night and
then today on “This American Life” it was about break-ups. Sheesh. Is
that enough bad omens or what?
Oh, something did happen yesterday with my neighbor. It was pretty
scary, but he’s okay. The walkway runs are a polished and slick
concrete. Our showers are on the same run, and though there is a drain
and door, water still leaks out onto the run. It never gets mopped up
and so you can only try to avoid it or walk carefully. As my neighbor
was coming back from his recreation he hit a wet spot and tumbled head
first into the wall. Because we are handcuffed, there’s no way to
catch or break your fall and he hit with wall hard with his head,
splitting it open. Fortunately, the guards got him to medical real
quick and he was okay, but, man, had it been some mean guards it could
have been a lot scarier.
Earlier this week I received an email from one of my piano teachers
from OBI. It was very kind and it brought back a lot of memories. One
that stands out the most was right before Christmas recital in
December 1995. The night before I had pretty much overamped on
caffeine pills because I was going to crunch for mid-term finals and
also learn a piano piece that I’d kept putting off. Well, I ended up
burning out that night around three in the morning and then waking
back up at five throwing up. I cleaned up and got ready for school and
threw up a couple of times in first period class. When I finally made
it to piano class I had to perform the piece for the exam before I
played for the school. I told her I couldn’t do it. She said if I
didn’t I would flunk. So I asked if I could just improvise something.
She allowed that and I ended up doing an on-the-spot version of
“Little Drummer Boy.” It sounded decent so I asked if I could perform
that for the concert. She said it was okay and I pulled it off. It was
really nice of her to do that. So, imagine my surprise when I received
that email. I’m so blessed.
I’m really nervous right now. It’s going to be a long five hour of
this show. All I can do is wait.
Good news! :-) I just heard a call from my girl and everything is
okay. Just a little unexpected surprise in her part of the world, but
things are okay. Whew. I was beginning to think really depressing
things. Thank God she’s safe and that things are good. I even got an
“I love you,” which really gave me a much needed smile. I can breathe.
A big storm just passed through. It lased for about seven minutes and
it was quite the storm. The percussion of the thunder was loud enough
to make these concrete walls rattle.
Now that I can relax I will close this up and send it on it’s way.
Hopefully I can pick my writing back up this week.
Peace and love.
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8/27/07
Today has been quite chaotic. I actually enjoyed the break in the
monotony. It started when I went to recreation this morning. It was my
outside day and I had every intention of playing some basketball, so
the guy I went outside with and I warmed up by doing push-ups. I felt
a rumbling in my stomach, but ignored it. Then we did sit-ups and
crunches and my stomach was really roaring by that time. My bowels
were highly agitated. So the other guy starts banging on the glass to
get the attention of the guards to take me inside so I can use the
bath-room. I’m dancing and jumping around saying, “I gotta go, I gotta
go, I gotta go!” About ten minutes later I’m in my cell. Haha.
Shortly after that I get my shower and as I’m leaving the shower the
guard clips my ankle with the shower door. It didn’t really hurt, but
when I looked down blood was pouring out. I got to my cell and cleaned
the small scrape up and put some ointment on it. The guard did
apologize.
At lunch time is when the excitement happened. A female guard was
serving lunch by herself on one row. Apparently the guy in the last
cell (77 cell) was masturbating (every time this happens I think of
the scene in the movie “There’s Something About Mary” in which the
retarded character yells, “He was masturbating!”) Anyway, the female
guard refused to give him his lunch so he goes to kicking his door and
yelling and making a big fuss. The female guard takes off, and then
the guy sets a fire outside of his cell. It was quite comical. Once
the guards put the fire out a sergeant shows up and the guy starts
cussing out the sergeant and threatening. So they immediately dropped
his level to three and sent him off walking in his boxer shorts to the
discipline pod.
The day had been sunny and bright just like yesterday when another
huge storm came out of nowhere and right now it’s thundering and
lightening. All of this and it’s not even three in the afternoon yet.
Tonight I don’t plan on doing much. I’ll probably catch a rerun of
“Heroes” and kick back. Oh—and good news! I’m officially only being
moved once every two weeks instead of every week—“oohoo!” It’s not too
bad staying on a pod for two weeks. It makes it feel like an eternity.
I do not plan on screwing it up.
Peace.
8/28/07
Today I finally heard a song from the group “VHS or BETA.” You
might wonder how this has any relevance, but I knew the lead singer
and had even sung and played music with him, a guy named Craig Pfunder.
He’s the one who introduced me to the Pixies, Jane’s Addiction and
10,000 Maniacs. I had a couple of Cure B-sides and CD’s that he wanted
to listen to so we swapped discs. Then one day he was in our gym
playing some songs on his guitar and he began to strum “Just Like
Heaven.” I told him I knew the keyboard parts so we played for a bit.
When I sang the song he said, “Damn, Randy, you sound just like Robert
Smith.” We played together a few more times, but I wanted to do my own
thing musically and he was getting into different stuff and then left
OBI altogether. I knew he had signed a major record deal a few years
ago, but no station was playing his music. I’m really proud that he’s
finally made it. Actually, our whole school should be proud, as I’m
pretty sure he’s the first student to go on to signing a major record
deal. Too cool. I’m a little envious, though, ‘cause I really think my
band had some talent too.
Today is the first execution in a series of three. Number 401. Nuts.
Peace.
8/29/07
It’s been a fairly quiet day. I have to tell you about an act of
kindness that really blew me away. I was in the dayroom recreating
when commissary showed up. It was for ice cream only (which I missed
‘cause I was sleeping and didn’t we could put in an order :-( and so
there’s this guy who is usually a real jerk and he asks if I’d give
the ice cream he got to a guy who can’t afford ice cream and is
mentally ill. Now, normally the guy who’s usually a jerk picks on the
mentally ill guy and so I’m like, “Wha—huh? Wow. What’s up with the
random kind-ness?” He says, “Yeah, I know. Fuck it.” I passed the ice
cream and finished exercising.
It’s been raining all day and I’ll probably be moved, so I need to get
to packing. I’m trying not to think about execution number 402. It’s
pretty disheartening.
Peace.
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8/30/07
Another day of gloom, but a small ray of light has emerged. It’s
11:45 A.M. and they announced on the news that the Board of Pardons
and Parole voted in favor of a sentence commutation for Kenneth
Foster. Now it is up to Rick Perry to decide whether Kenneth lives or
dies. In the history of the board they’ve only recommended two
sentence commutations from death to life for two mentally ill people.
Rick Perry went against both decisions, upholding death.
Right now everyone is waiting to see what Governor Perry decides. I
mean, you can feel the tension among us all back here.
Last night I was moved, but in an action that has not happened (other
than being on the discipline pod) since I’ve been on death row. I was
only moved from 72 cell to 45 cell on the same pod. This will be the
first time I’ve been allowed to spend an entire month on any pod. I
was quite surprised. This cell has a minor leak, but other than that
I’m content.
Today was a no recreation day for this section so I exercised at 9:00
A.M. and then washed up. I’m catching up on laundry as I wait to see
what Rick Perry’s decision will be. Hanging up to dry on my clothes
line are a pair of boxer shorts, a T-shirt, my workout tank top and my
workout shorts. I really need to get new workout clothes. No amount of
scrubbing and rinsing is making them look white—more like an egg shell
white. Ugh.
Just about time for the 12:00 noon news. Be back soon…
12:06 P.M. H O L Y C R A P!!! Rick Perry will commute Kenneth Foster’s
sentence. I’m freakin’ flabbergasted right now. It’s like…shit, I
don’t know but I feel like crying. I just can’t believe it!
What I will say is this: If everyone who fights for the abolition of
the death penalty fought for every single death row inmate in Texas or
across the U.S.A. we would no longer have a death penalty.
I think about the two mentally ill people who Governor Perry allowed
to be killed despite the Board of Pardons and Paroles’
recommendations. I think about the Michael Johnson’s, the poor, the
minorities who never received their fair shot. I think about all those
lives that have been swept under the rug. Today is a step forward, but
it shouldn’t end here. As the saying goes, “We may have won the
battle, but not the war.” Yes, it is a small chink in the armor, but
it’ll take a lot more to completely bring the gears of this death
machine to a bringing halt. The movement should make every death row
inmate it’s “poster boy” because each individual is a life—and whether
they themselves committed an act of murder their life is of value. As
a ‘civilized’ society, a society that boasts its compassion and
humanity to the entire world, it has an obligation to see beyond acts
of revenge and murder as a means to an unattainable solution.
True compassion can be the only true solution. I can’t think of a
better way to end today’s entry.
Peace and love.
8/31/07
I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I guess I was just too worked
up over Kenneth’s reprieve. Oddly enough he was put in my previous
cell, 72, yesterday afternoon for about ten minutes. Everyone was
cheering and clapping. Then they pulled him out and sent him off to
the processing unit to give him a new prison number and dump him into
general population. His life now begins.
Today my attorney visited and everything is looking good. We’re
currently trying to solve a minor irritation with one of my
co-defendants, but it should be okay—it really won’t affect the
overall process, but it would benefit us to solve the problem so I’m
on it. My lawyer feels that yesterday’s event will really help us out
also.
A funny thing happened as I was being brought back to my cell… There’s
this really nasty female guard who harasses everyone—even her own
co-workers, and I saw her headed down the sidewalk from the death row
building. Something about her walk and scowl reminded me of Darth
Vader so I started to hum the Imperial March theme from Star Wars. She
passed by and I was still humming and then the guards holding my arm
lets out a huge laugh and both guard escorts started cracking up and
one says, “Halprin, you’re crazy!” Hey, sometimes you’ve gotta laugh
in this place.
Right now I’m waiting on dinner (it’s running late) and mail. It’s
Labor Day weekend so to get no mail would really suck.
10:12 P.M. Just got some mail—yea for me. Still no letter from my
girl, but I’m sure she’ll call in on Sunday.
Oh, I have to mention this new radio station that just, like four
hours ago, knocked off their horrible hard metal rock-n-roll music
(good riddance). It’s called “Jack FM” and they’re playing nothing but
the really good 80’s and 90’s and current music, songs I haven’t heard
in years and they’ve not played one single repeat yet. It’s not the
corny 80’s stuff either. Right now Duran Duran’s “View To A Kill” is
on. Cool. Isn’t my life pathetic? Dance into the fire!
Peace.
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