Sunday, August 31, 2008

4-27-04

Mama,


Happy Earth Day! It was a couple of days ago, but hey it’s the though that counts!


I’m on lock down again! I get off tomorrow at dinner time I guess. It’s like no matter how hard I don’t want trouble it comes. I got a cellie last Friday He was cool. He came from the streets, but ran with the Warrier Society before he left home. The Warrier Society and the Diné Brothers are at war in the system. This is a Diné yard (the only one). Well, he told me he was going to smash the head here. If I helped him, I would be free of the jacket I wear no. If these guys ever go to another yard, they are going to get shanked. I don’t want to worry about that so I told him, “yeah”. But the more I thought about it , I didn’t want to go to the walls ( super-max Florence) Plus these guys here are cool to me. So, I was worried these guys were going to die from a couple hot ones.


I don’t have any animosity towards anyone here and it didn’t feel right to me. So, I wasn’t going to say anything. But my head came up to me when I was at the L.O.P. cages for rec. (Think of a kennel for humans) He gave me some tobacco and asked how things were going. I told him about me cellie and his “plan” and to watch his back. When I went back to me cell, I told him I wasn’t going to do it. Well they told him to get off the yard by dinner or he was going to be dealt with. When we came back from chow, I was seeing if I had any papers in my box. The dude sucker punched me form behind a couple of times. I fell. He started to kick me in the face. (He was wearing my boots that I lent him). They sprayed us both with mace and cuffed him.


Since I didn’t fight back, it was considered an assault, so I go to stay. My nose is broken in a couple f places and the right side of my face is swelled black and blue. My eye is swollen shut and looks fucked up! My nose is still bleeding and it’s hard to see. And- I’m alone again :(


This chick (guard) who’s always flirting with me, kept coming by to talk – I guess. She told me, ”she never knew how beautiful I was ‘til I became disfigured.” I was like, “Thanks, I guess?”

It’s kind of bizarre a lot of the guards kept coming by to comfort me - All the guys on my run too. I must really look fucked up ‘cause they all ask the same thing at first, “Are you alright?” Ha! “Oh yeah I just got kicked in the face a couple of times with my own boots!” It makes me feel good that I effect the environment around here.


Poor me! Ha! Ha! What a joke. I really feel good about my decision though. I stood up for what I thought was right, despite the consequences. But if I ever leave this yard I have a hot one waiting for me, so…. I don’t think I am going to leave this yard. Which means I’ll stay a 4-High medium and get out in 2012.Or I could P.C. up and spend a couple years with snitches and child molesters, but I think I would rather get out in 2010. Maybe, I could get it over-ridden by the captain to where I would still get “good time” just not get re-classed- I’ll worry about that later.


I had a talk with the captain. He was cool. Though he just gave me a 3 day lockdown period and moved my score up to 4-5 –Yikes!! He put me on parole class three for a month- which means no good time for a month and I can get it back in a year. And I also got 15 more days L.O.P. and one hell of a shiner :)


So, back to my solitude. I missed it too. I got a radio. Wow. I have to shut it off when I read though. I can still read but no comprehension when the radio is on. There’s this cool radio station down here: 91.3 KXZI Community Radio. Every two hours is a different type of music. It’s so eclectic I forget I’m in America.


Do you know- world link T.V.? I used to watch that show, “World Music”. It’s like that so cool! Every thing from rockabilly to Indian Jazz. On Friday, they just have electronica from ambient to happy hardcore.- I think I’m in love!


I’m listening to an Acid Jazz set right now. I’m counting down to drum and bass. And at midnight a Jungle set! I know you have no idea what the difference is but Jungle is my favorite. There’s two types- well actually more- but D &B is break bear derived from hip-hop records – Jungle is form the Reggae like Bob Marley on Ecstasy! Ha!


In London and places in Europe, there is just D& B stations. There’s Jungle too, but to have it over here blows my mind- Tucson!? Maybe L.A. – but it is a cool station. Like the one I want to start on the reservations surrounding the valley- community radio – Yeah! – I’m in love!


So, what do you do bring my letter to work for show and tell? J Can they even understand my chicken scratch? If I ever meet these people I’m not going to be able to look them in the eye without blushing. I forgot what I wrote about Erin - please tell me it wasn’t stupid. I feel so cheesy! If you let them red- don’t let me know about it. Thanks. I feel like a cornball as bad as it is.

I got a letter from my Dad. I guess he got fired and is looking for a job in Seattle. Ha! How funny. Monkey boy still hasn’t wrote me. I’ll remember that! Jesse would have written…


They’re playing down tempo D&B now- I’m in love!


It is now Saturday. I listened to the radio till 1:00 am last night. There’s nothing like techno to get me through hard times. Lock down isn’t that bad; it’s like breakfast in bed prison style. :)


For the past week I’ve been dreaming about Lacey. I wish I wouldn’t They’re no the best ones. I wake up feeling bummed out. I miss love- not her – just love. I want to know how Cierra is doing. I want to hold her. Hear her laugh. Be there for her. I want to be a good. Now- not 6 years from now.

I’m in the middle of writing your parents. I sent out visitation applications a couple weeks back. Did you get yours? Any ways, I’m looking forward to talking to Mom and Papa. I used to call and shoot the shit. I miss them.


Do you have a number I can call collect? If so, give it to me. I can’t call all the time so don’t worry J

I have out tee-ball team picture up in front of me. Was I ever that little? Monkey boy is next to me. My Dad is in the back ground. He has the same forced smile as monkey boy. I look like a chipmunk. I’m sitting right in front of the sign- smack dap in the middle. I wonder if my Dad arranged that? He has a suspicious look in his eye.


Alright, I’m just rambling now. My hand moves so fast when I write. My hand is trying to catch up with my head. I guess?


You wrote how guilty you felt for dating for yourself and not for us? Please! Don’t even trip that crazy talk. You think we would have listened to another father figure? And if you only chose guys for their father traits, I bet you would have had a great sex life! :)


You should be proud of how you raised us- despite where I am of Jesse. I am proud of my Mama – always have been and Mitch is cool. I’m almost 21 now. Sure I look like I’m 16 but I feel grown up :)

Any how, my prayers are with and yours. Take care of Mitch and chopper. Thanks for being you.


Your son, Love Charlie


P.S. Look for “Bad Company” drum and bass out of the UK or AK1200-Concorde Don- I need musicka! Tapes Tapes Tapes Tapes Tapes Tapes

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