Saturday, August 9, 2008

4-9-04

[On the back of the envelope were the words: Happy Easter! And a little picture of three little decorated eggs in grass.]


Mama,

Hey Mrs. Mama, it’s April. I am sending this on the 7th? I don’t really know or care. I want to wish you a Happy Easter and an early Happy Birthday. How old are you 29? :) My ageless Mama.

Right now I am reading “The Stand”. Stephen King is one of my favorite writers. It’s the uncut version – nearly 1000 pages – no 1141 to be exact. It is helping time go away at least.


I heard the friendly sound of mail today. I was so happy. I’ve sent out a ton of mail but only seem to get your post cards. That’s okay though. They’re the best.


I’ve been feeling nervous lately. That guy that fronted me store, talked to my head to complain about the store and the radio he bought for me. They said that if it doesn’t come soon I’m going to get smashed. I asked Mom and Papa for $30 and you fro $50. I even asked my Dad. I know you sent me $70, but I can’t get store to pay him back because I am in L.O.P. I get a sick panicky feeling thinking about it. Mom and Pap haven’t written to my in about two weeks and I haven’t gotten a letter from My Dad since February. I hate asking for money. I feel like a mooch.


I got another ticket the other day. I was passing magazines after lock down. The guys down the hall wanted to read it. So, I slid the magazine aiming for their door. It was too big to fit their door, so they had a string and fished it out. Well, the guard came and saw it. He opened my door and asked for the string. I told him I didn’t have one. He called me a liar. He opened their door and they gave him the string. Then he told me he was writing ME up. What a fucker. Anyways, I beat the ticket and learned my lesson-no fishing in the halls! :)

I am feeling lonely. I wish I could have a hug. I miss hugs. I hear all these guys making phone calls and I wish I had someone to call or was able to make one. Are any of your phones able to accept collect calls? If yes then please give the number to me. I’ll be able to call sometime in May. – Hopefully. Let me know a good time to call so I can put down the time I want to call.


I wrote a lawyer a couple of days ago. I wrote down everything that my lawyer brought up in court. And also what the Judge said. Plus some issues I thought should be addressed. I also sent the diagram which was in the police report. I also wrote down the estimated speed I was traveling. I wrote it using my full vocabulary and excellent handwriting. So we’ll what happens – if anything.


I am curious to see what kind of “Indian stuff” you have for me. Who is Erin? Is she the one who wrote a postcard awhile back? The one with the little stick figures doing a jig? Anyways tell her thanks. It’s horrible when your Mom gets her friends to write! J How pathetic! The worst part is I am looking forward to it.:) Ha!

If the guard comes by, I will get a visiting application and send it to you. You’re going to have to fill it out and send it to the visitation officer at this address. Then I will be able to call and you will be able to visit.

Besides that, my hair is getting longer and my muscles are getter bigger. My skin is getting a lot paler.

I love you Mama and I miss you. I don’t care what anyone says. I am a Mama’s boy :).


Didn’t Van Gough cut his ear off and send it to his niece? Or was that Picasso? I dunno.

I wrote stupid Chris the other day, bitching at him for not writing to me. I don’t know if it will work or not. I miss him I wish he would write me. He’s such an asshole, just like his dad!


I am so glad I e after you! This is a little sketch of my window. [He sketched on the page.] I found it beautiful the other day. The clouds were a blue of all sorts of shades. The ground and the buildings were a dark red with hints of orange. So, I drew it. The window looks bigger than it really is though. That’s my bunk. I wish I had some color but alas it was confiscated. Ho-hum.


So I am sending an application. Send it back soon so I can hear you, okay? Please send $50 to [gave that guy’s address again.] Same address as mine. Put it in an envelope with a note saying it is from me – can you make up an excuse for it being late? I really need this done. If you can’t do it please let me know so I can try to do something else.


I love you Mama and I miss you very much. Write soon, okay?


Here’s a picture of us boys and Chopper in his prime. I thought it would look good on your desk or something.


All my Love,

Your son, Charlie

P.S. Tell Chopper and Mitch I said, “What’s Up?”

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