Sunday, August 24, 2008

4-15-04

Mama,

Hey lady, I got one of your postcards today, thanks! It’s a Monday; the 12th – I think. I wrote to you yesterday. But I just wanted to write again, I got sad yesterday writing my Dad. Writing to you makes me feel better. It makes me happy. I’ve always felt that I could talk to you about anything. Writing to you feels like talking. It only takes longer to write and to get a response. A let is more solid though and doesn’t fade. Don’t yaw’ think?

I only got one letter on the outside. When I was 15, some love gone and lost. I still think about her though :). She was the first girl that ever really broke my heart. The sickness in me likes to dwell on hurt. I used to love pining over lost love. It is a weird pleasure I have. I’ve always liked the pain of a broken heart. That’s probably why I never got over Lacey- what a sick bastard I am. :)


I asked in my prayer last night for a dream that would motivate me and guide me on the right path. My prayer was answered (big surprise) J. I dreamt of a place in a mountain. I dreamt of that place before too. The first time I was here in my dream, I was scaling down the mountain with some people. One of them was Sarah and Oh! – and Christifer was there too. We were going to a rave. Well, last night I was in the same place again. My dream started out weird. I was at this girl’s apartment. This girl was like a groupie. She was short. There was a laundry hamper and there was this huge bra it. I picked it up and asked who’s it was. She blushed and said it was hers.- bizarre or what? Later on we were lying down and she started crying. She said that she loved me. I like just met her too. It was strange, but sweet. Then Christifer and I were going to help some girls. Some big white guy was hurting them. Christifer had a big gun. When we went in, I yelled at Christifer to give it to me. ‘Cause the guy had one too. I held it to him and told him to give me his. I took it and threw it to Chris. And we kicked him out. We asked if everyone was alright. They said, ”yes”.


Christifer told me to hurry up or we were going to be late. So we left. I thought we were going to change. But he said that we were going straight there. We were on a dirt road. We went down to this special exit of the road and there were lines of ravers staring at us- it was the place from that other dream. My Dad was waiting for us and said we were okay with times and we went to the place like V.I.P.s- I woke up . Instead of going to the party, we were going to spin a set there. That’s the only difference.


It’s cool ‘cause lyrics and beats, guitar and drums have been keeping my head filled for a while now. I keep thinking about when I was younger and how I found that guitar. I think it was a sign or something. Being away from music has kept me from listening. My mind in my only music and I Jam! ;) The acoustics in here (my cell) are great! I sing in the shower too but only when there is a female guard! :) I think of it as trying out new material. I would kill fro a guitar right now!


When I get out and you’re a millionaire, will you get me a guitar? Like have one waiting for me? Your hugs and a guitar 0 ah! Paradise! J I can’t wait to strut around with you and have people give us looks Ha! Ha! People have dirty minds. I don’t know how many times I have had to say, “She’s my Mom!” Is it our fault good looks run in the family? Society is sick.


When I am famous and except and award I am going to say, “ This is for my Mama”. :) Jesse is a very good inspiration for anything. I think you know that. He’s our own little muse.


Life is good Mama - it has to only get better! How long have we been saying that? Well, it’s time.

Prison has given me the chance to look at things differently. Clarity is an understatement. Purpose is hard to find when you’re all drugged up. I guess you wouldn’t know. But just take my word for it! :)

I’m going to say the same prayer again tonight. I liked that dream and want more. I slept the whole day only waking for food. I kept trying the rehash my favorite of the night.


Reading and working out- what a beautiful life. My mind is more healthy and so is my body- mind, body and soul. Such a deep love for heartbreak is just one more self-realizing traits that I have began to notice. I don’t know if that is good or bad- but just knowing what I am up against is a relief – free on the inside. :)


Well Mama, I’m going to read now. I’ll write in a bit.


I didn’t sleep at all last night, can you believe that? I was trying to sleep and all of a sudden there was a light. I looked and it was the early morning sunshine. They called first standby for chow already. So, I got dressed and brushed my teeth and thought I’d write some more.


There was all of those commercials for Sylvan Learning on T.V. A couple months ago, I didn’t know your boss started that. I’m going to tell anyone who will listen. I love you Mama.

J I got a letter from Mom and Papa [grandparents] today. I woke up a little bit a go and got a letter!:) I dreamt about (Aunt) Mary and (Uncle) David last night. They were in my Dad’s house. He was screaming at them to get out of his house. They slowly left. I was like, “They’re my Mom’s sister’s family”. Chrisitifer told me to let them leave.


Then I get a picture of Mom and Papa with them in it today. Weird, Huh? There were other pictures with Great Aunt Vern and them with (Aunt) Rose and (Uncle) Bob. Ha Ha There is another picture of Chrisifer’s car. The vanity plate says, “Hers” Ha! Ha! What a hooptee- No difference. I like the picture of Mom and Papa’s car better than your sister’s. Your sister’s and their family’s looked scary. I’m glad to see that it’s you who doesn’t age. They look a lot older! Their kids look older too. They look so uncomfortable with Aunt Vern; what a shame. She looks all happy and they look weird. Spooky.


I am going to write mom and Papa after this. They sent $50 to that guy. I’m going to tell me people- thank God. I still owe $48 – but something is better than nothing.


I was thinking last night that I could try and ask the court when I go back if I could spend the las t6 months in a metal health facility. I think it would help me better prepare for the outside. Plus there’s some issues I should deal with before my release. I don’t know how that would go, but I’m going to ask anyways. What do you think? Those places have helped me before. Why wouldn’t this be any different? 6 month- 1 year – the sooner I get out of here would be good.


Well, Mama, They’re calling for chow and I want to send this out today. So, I’m going to cut it short.

I Love U! Charlie

Your Son


Can you go to www.Y2k.com find pictures – look for how to be a kid: underground – click and look through them. There’s a picture with me and lacey. Print and Send - Please! THANK YOU!

I love you! Mama -Charlie

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