Sunday, August 17, 2008

4-14-2004

Mama,

It’s Saturday night and man is it storming! I want to hear from you. It feels like forever sense I got word from the outside. I am still alone. It seems like forever since I had a cellie.


I dreamt the other day. It was morning and the light from the light in my cell it looked early. Jesse woke me up like he used to laughing and giggling. I sat up in a good mood. I was asking him if he was real. I told him he was gone. He said something and I punched him playfully and he was solid! I was sitting next to him on my bunk. We were both in our boxers. And I was so happy! Then I woke up alone. :(


Last night I dreamt of Lacey. It was horrible. She was such a bitch! All of my dreams are like that. She is always using. She didn’t give rat’s ass about me- like always. She was playing cards with Chris and a song we used to dance to came on the radio. I bent down and told her that I loved her and she just gave me a disgusted look. I got pissed and screamed, “I’m fucking leaving then!” I expected her to chase after me, but that didn’t happen. Instead, the door just slammed behind me! I guess it is a sign. I feel so stupid because I still fell like she has this power over me. I want o write endless love letters, even though she’s too fucked up to feel the way that I do or even cares.


It makes me mad. Both of the women I was involved with proclaimed their unending love for me. They told me they wanted marriage and children. But it was all a lie. That hurts. I hate being a lone. I feel like I have a lot of love to give, but no one to receive it. It could just be my building chastity :) But it is not just about my hormones. I love holding someone and being held bad- you know? I want to hear someone tell me they love me and mean it. I guess that is too much to ask. Ho-hum.


I just want to move on. But where I’m at it’s kinda hard. The past hurts and so does the present. I just need to learning and prepare for the future. :)


So little Mama- I got your packet today! Just a bit ago, I stopped writing to you to read. I only read your words. The letter you wrote is very good. I am to say the least proud of your professionalism. I hope it does some good. But I am sure it will. I was so excited to see you in the paper. ( I wish there was a picture!) When I think of Spokane, I think of a small town with house with picket fences and a town church with a steeple. Ha! Ha! I am going to be proud of you no matter what! Not that I am not already. :)


I feel as though I need an Indian lawyer. Back when I was in county, there was this Pima guy. He was charged with the same crime as me. He got only 6 months in County! The tribe paid for his lawyer – Gila River. I wonder if you could contact this firm called, Three Rivers” in Sacaton. I don’t know if a public defender is my best bet.

Im still pissed off that Rick (his lawyer) never got the video tape of the pursuit or my “arrest”. I mean there are pictures of the hood of the cop’s car with my blood smeared all over it. I the sheriff’s department they are required to have cameras. AHHHHHHH! – this is me screaming on paper! :)


I have a real hatred for police. Well, not hatred – that’s kind of a strong word. But intense digust – pigs OINK! OINK! I wish I could change their stat of mind. I hat the system and their “the man’s goons”> I’ve never been helped by the police only questioned- Fuckin’ enough of that- it’s just that I got pictures form the police report and it got my all riled up!


This last portrait on the postcard sure does look serene. I look forward to them. I’m going to send another picture that I drew with watercolor. It’s just red pencil and pen. I used up all of my pencils though. I don’t have a lighter so, I stuck two pencil leads in a socket and wrap another one in toilet paper. Connect and Pop! [He sent me a picture. A sketch of sorts with pinkish paint smeared around on it] Don’t ask about the picture. Guess what it stands for. I look at it and get multiple answers. Bizarre, bizarre- that’s me!


So far you are the only one I’ve heard from. It sucks- but I love your words. Anyways, it makes your mail that much more important. I can always count on my Mama :) [Cheese in a can!]


Have you gotten any of my letters? I hate not knowing for so long. Patience is something I have began to experience having to exercise – I don’t like it! J “Just wait and see” I hate that phrase. (again with the hate) Jeeze.

Well, I have vented pretty good about my pent up frustrations and bad choice in women. Complimented your writing abilities- damn the man and it’s all just whining. What a baby! I can’t believe I am going to be 21 next month. When I was younger, I never thought I would live this long. Crazy how it sneaks up on you, huh? I feel so young- kind of like I’m frozen in time. It’s weird how you can identify with so many different age groups.

When I was out, I used to see people and look in their eyes and know how they felt. I could fairly guess how they got that way too. In here though, it is so plainly seen that everyone falls into three categories:

1) Lost little boys with bad thoughts on what it means to be a man

2) Bad examples of bad men

3) People who are good inside and are learning.

I like to think I am in the third group. I like to look at the guards. They’re the only ones that are interesting. I can almost smell freedom on them! Ha!


No one comes around that much late at night- every hour or so someone walks. So, I try and do something different every time they try to spy on me. It makes a fun game. Sometimes, I try and look all innocent. Other times I try and look all mean. A lot of these guards have weak auras. When they talk to me, I look into their eyes and they stutter! Ha!Sometimes they don’t even remember what they said or are stuck in a kind of awe! Ha! I love it.


On the outside people used to stare- yes they DID! I know because now that I am all sober, they still stare. When I catch them I can see their heart beat faster. It’s funny. But there is evil in people in here too. A lot of them deserve to be here. But a lot are people that just made a stupid mistake – like me! :)


I want to tell you about another dream I had, but I don’t feel motivated.


It’s Easter Sunday today. So once again, Happy Easter! We went out to smudge today. It was beautiful outside. Most of the skins were singing and pounding away on the drum. I took my shirt off and laid in the grass and day dreamed. The clouds were pretty. The sun was pleasant. There was a soft breeze, making it just a perfect outside.


That guy I told you about left today. It was my heads birthday. It was a good day all together. I hope your day was as good as mine. I miss you and I am thinking about you a lot. You are in my prayers.


I am kind of tired. I’m going to lay down for a bit. I want to dream. My most vivid dreams are a blessing – my only escape. I love you Mama. I always will. One day, I will make you proud of me. One day, I will help the world. That day is not far off.


I am learning more ( I hope) and being guided by unknown forces in the right direction. Thank you for all your support through this. You always tend to throw me a life saver when I am drowning. This is no different. Thank you.


I miss you and love you. Thank you for your guidance and knowledge- your kinds words and thoughts.

I love you Mama,


Your loving son, Charlie

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