Sunday, July 20, 2008
3-20-04
[On the back of the envelope Charlie wrote: Happy St. Patrick’s. I Love You!]
With nothing to read but the dictionary, I am truly bored. The radio personalities keep me company though- just another one-way only- form of communication. I’ve gotten used to.
I sent mom and papa a letter today. I hate asking them for $. I felt guilty. I’ve sent my Dad numerous letters asking him for help, but I haven’t received any feedback. Sometimes I feel all alone. Today I feel all alone. I feel stupid asking the guard if he has passed out mail yet. I do it any ways in hope that my feelings will be exchanged with hope.
The left side of my face hurts. I’ve been in pain for a while now. The gum surrounding one of my molars is very swollen. But there’s a different pain to. Last night I found a lump under my chin. It’s more under my jaw. It is the source of my pain. I’m nervous that it is cancer. It could just be from my tooth. I hope it is.
It’s the middle of the night again. I chased away sadness with a book. A constant battle I face everyday between sadness, fear, hope and happiness- the constant circle of prison thoughts.
Do you think you could send 50 bucks for me? I am on l.o.p. [loss of privileges] for a while but this on my run said that he could buy for me. I go the go ahead form my “people” to do it today. They know about it so I won’t get a jacket. I sent a letter out to Mom and Papa and my dad too. But, your parents have helped me a lot and I feel guilty. My Dad on the other hand has become silent along with my brother. Just get a money order and sign it to: [He gave me the name and ADC# of the prisoner that bought stuff for him.] You could put a little note in saying it’s for me. Thanks.
The store here is a lot better than in county- cheaper too. $30 should last me a while until I get off of l.o.p. in 45 days. I am probably going to receive more time after Thursday. I try not to get in to trouble. I don’t know why it follows me. Ha! You of all people should understand. I am sending my driver’s license picture. They haven’t let me take another one yet, so I thought I should send you one that I actually like! It’s a good picture. I made the lady at the DMV take different ones over and over again. I guess nobody ever did that before ‘cause at first there was one then there were two and finally ending with four different D.M.V. ladies. They got a kick out of my indecisiveness. So, according to the ladies at the DMV – this was the best one.
I am still skinny as hell. But in my own mind, I have never looked more fit. I am proud of my little muscles. I’ve worked hard on them. It is a big improvement after two years of starving at myself. I weighed 108lbs. when I first came in. Now I’m 145lbs! :) Eating helps I’ve found out :)
I’ve gotten used to the taste of powdered milk. It’s not bad when eating peanut butter.
Nothing really new. Three more Indians are off this yard, including my proposed cellies. Another one was just backing up the little guy. I wrote to you about him last time. His name is Mario. I am afraid that he is still just a little kid. He wanted to be badly to be political. He had to “earn” his stripes. He only has a year too. What an idiot! I tried to tell him not to be stupid and just lay low. But, he had to be “down” for the cause. I promise I will never do anything to jeopardize my future like young Mario. I am just here to do my time and go home – wherever that is. Home is a nice thought…but sleep is much more possible and just as nice.
All alone in the world. My dreams mean more to me than reality. I value sleep more than using my feet. Lazy I am- but with reason. J In my mind I can picture us in that old Jetta. F=Daddy is driving. You are yelling at us boys. We’re fighting by pushing Chopper around. He is too big of a dog to sit on our laps. Cruising through the countryside, all the windows rolled down – happy. Tonight I hope this dream comes. I’ll talk to you in the morning.
It is another day in paradise.
I found out that in Seattle there are 180 women to every 100 men. J Good to know –but I sense Lesbos. We are about ready for dinner. It’s like 5 pm. I am so bored- sort of mindlessly existing in a box. I read some of my old letters form x-mass. What was that three months ago? Any way it takes up time. I wish I had a big ass encyclopedia. Maybe a Bible. I found myself looking through a dictionary. I was trying to find words that I don’t know. What an exciting life I live.
I hope to get some mail today. It’s a Wednesday. I think- not sure. I hope you are doing well. Nope- no mail. How pathetic. I feel like a loser.
I got the radio back that I was borrowing. I am glad. I paid attention when we were younger. The speakers that I have worked with helped. Christifer is a genius now that I think about it. I remember how to connect the wires so that all four speakers could play at once. Yay for me! Yay for Christifer!
I have such a short attention span now. With visions of green beer in my head. No one pinched me today. Can you believe that mad me sad. Just another day I guess. It was the same on New Yesar’s. No one wants to be reminded of the Holidays. I cut out some albums. Could you look on line and try and find them on tape? You can also get me some books and magazines. They have to be sent from the publisher. Origami, hands, ooooh- the journal of Kurt Kobain. Any cool book would be greatly appreciated right now You could have it sent through Amazon.com.
Well Ms. Mama, I don’t have any more stamps and no more words. I don’t want to send out my last letter because I still have room for a couple more pages. So, until tomorrow. Good night. See you in the morning.
I got another 30 days today. Doesn’t really matter. They took off three of my earned release days too. Does it really matter? I am depressed today. Can you tell? Last night, I made a four direction cross it looks like this + with a circle around it. I took thread from my pants and made it all orange. They’re giving me store today. So if you can send $ A.S.A.P. All together I have 75 days l.o.p. Whoopee.
I love you Mama. I am worried about everyone today. I had a nightmare last night J It was about this leprechaun that made me go crazy. I saw through it eventually, but, he kept fucking with me.
I am a little sleep deprived too. Oh Mama, what am I doing here? I don’t belong here. They’re chipping people to Texas and Oklahoma. There’s not enough room in the system. Yet, I am here. I want to leave!! I feel so alone. If I were outside, I would be able to choose my company. I don’t think about how much time I have to do that much. But I know it is there.
This guy I know is getting out next week. I was so excited for him. I was asking him what he was going to do and all. I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just wanted to picture him free and doing what he wanted. The guy is going to see his kids and his wife. Eat some food and sleep. I thought How beautiful that was. He is lucky to have that when he gets out. I am going to miss him.
My day will come. Eventually, I’ll have my Mom waiting for me – maybe my brother. What a beautiful day that is to think about.
I love you Mama. I miss you and think about you everyday. You are in my prayers. Take care of yourself- Okay?
I love you Mama,
Charlie
(your loving son)
Tell Christifer to send me my pictures- Please.
With nothing to read but the dictionary, I am truly bored. The radio personalities keep me company though- just another one-way only- form of communication. I’ve gotten used to.
I sent mom and papa a letter today. I hate asking them for $. I felt guilty. I’ve sent my Dad numerous letters asking him for help, but I haven’t received any feedback. Sometimes I feel all alone. Today I feel all alone. I feel stupid asking the guard if he has passed out mail yet. I do it any ways in hope that my feelings will be exchanged with hope.
The left side of my face hurts. I’ve been in pain for a while now. The gum surrounding one of my molars is very swollen. But there’s a different pain to. Last night I found a lump under my chin. It’s more under my jaw. It is the source of my pain. I’m nervous that it is cancer. It could just be from my tooth. I hope it is.
It’s the middle of the night again. I chased away sadness with a book. A constant battle I face everyday between sadness, fear, hope and happiness- the constant circle of prison thoughts.
Do you think you could send 50 bucks for me? I am on l.o.p. [loss of privileges] for a while but this on my run said that he could buy for me. I go the go ahead form my “people” to do it today. They know about it so I won’t get a jacket. I sent a letter out to Mom and Papa and my dad too. But, your parents have helped me a lot and I feel guilty. My Dad on the other hand has become silent along with my brother. Just get a money order and sign it to: [He gave me the name and ADC# of the prisoner that bought stuff for him.] You could put a little note in saying it’s for me. Thanks.
The store here is a lot better than in county- cheaper too. $30 should last me a while until I get off of l.o.p. in 45 days. I am probably going to receive more time after Thursday. I try not to get in to trouble. I don’t know why it follows me. Ha! You of all people should understand. I am sending my driver’s license picture. They haven’t let me take another one yet, so I thought I should send you one that I actually like! It’s a good picture. I made the lady at the DMV take different ones over and over again. I guess nobody ever did that before ‘cause at first there was one then there were two and finally ending with four different D.M.V. ladies. They got a kick out of my indecisiveness. So, according to the ladies at the DMV – this was the best one.
I am still skinny as hell. But in my own mind, I have never looked more fit. I am proud of my little muscles. I’ve worked hard on them. It is a big improvement after two years of starving at myself. I weighed 108lbs. when I first came in. Now I’m 145lbs! :) Eating helps I’ve found out :)
I’ve gotten used to the taste of powdered milk. It’s not bad when eating peanut butter.
Nothing really new. Three more Indians are off this yard, including my proposed cellies. Another one was just backing up the little guy. I wrote to you about him last time. His name is Mario. I am afraid that he is still just a little kid. He wanted to be badly to be political. He had to “earn” his stripes. He only has a year too. What an idiot! I tried to tell him not to be stupid and just lay low. But, he had to be “down” for the cause. I promise I will never do anything to jeopardize my future like young Mario. I am just here to do my time and go home – wherever that is. Home is a nice thought…but sleep is much more possible and just as nice.
All alone in the world. My dreams mean more to me than reality. I value sleep more than using my feet. Lazy I am- but with reason. J In my mind I can picture us in that old Jetta. F=Daddy is driving. You are yelling at us boys. We’re fighting by pushing Chopper around. He is too big of a dog to sit on our laps. Cruising through the countryside, all the windows rolled down – happy. Tonight I hope this dream comes. I’ll talk to you in the morning.
It is another day in paradise.
I found out that in Seattle there are 180 women to every 100 men. J Good to know –but I sense Lesbos. We are about ready for dinner. It’s like 5 pm. I am so bored- sort of mindlessly existing in a box. I read some of my old letters form x-mass. What was that three months ago? Any way it takes up time. I wish I had a big ass encyclopedia. Maybe a Bible. I found myself looking through a dictionary. I was trying to find words that I don’t know. What an exciting life I live.
I hope to get some mail today. It’s a Wednesday. I think- not sure. I hope you are doing well. Nope- no mail. How pathetic. I feel like a loser.
I got the radio back that I was borrowing. I am glad. I paid attention when we were younger. The speakers that I have worked with helped. Christifer is a genius now that I think about it. I remember how to connect the wires so that all four speakers could play at once. Yay for me! Yay for Christifer!
I have such a short attention span now. With visions of green beer in my head. No one pinched me today. Can you believe that mad me sad. Just another day I guess. It was the same on New Yesar’s. No one wants to be reminded of the Holidays. I cut out some albums. Could you look on line and try and find them on tape? You can also get me some books and magazines. They have to be sent from the publisher. Origami, hands, ooooh- the journal of Kurt Kobain. Any cool book would be greatly appreciated right now You could have it sent through Amazon.com.
Well Ms. Mama, I don’t have any more stamps and no more words. I don’t want to send out my last letter because I still have room for a couple more pages. So, until tomorrow. Good night. See you in the morning.
I got another 30 days today. Doesn’t really matter. They took off three of my earned release days too. Does it really matter? I am depressed today. Can you tell? Last night, I made a four direction cross it looks like this + with a circle around it. I took thread from my pants and made it all orange. They’re giving me store today. So if you can send $ A.S.A.P. All together I have 75 days l.o.p. Whoopee.
I love you Mama. I am worried about everyone today. I had a nightmare last night J It was about this leprechaun that made me go crazy. I saw through it eventually, but, he kept fucking with me.
I am a little sleep deprived too. Oh Mama, what am I doing here? I don’t belong here. They’re chipping people to Texas and Oklahoma. There’s not enough room in the system. Yet, I am here. I want to leave!! I feel so alone. If I were outside, I would be able to choose my company. I don’t think about how much time I have to do that much. But I know it is there.
This guy I know is getting out next week. I was so excited for him. I was asking him what he was going to do and all. I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just wanted to picture him free and doing what he wanted. The guy is going to see his kids and his wife. Eat some food and sleep. I thought How beautiful that was. He is lucky to have that when he gets out. I am going to miss him.
My day will come. Eventually, I’ll have my Mom waiting for me – maybe my brother. What a beautiful day that is to think about.
I love you Mama. I miss you and think about you everyday. You are in my prayers. Take care of yourself- Okay?
I love you Mama,
Charlie
(your loving son)
Tell Christifer to send me my pictures- Please.
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