Sunday, August 3, 2008

4/2/2004

Mama,

Well, I got your letter today:) or should I say packet? Any ways I completely understand about not being able to write fast enough! I feel as though my hand has Down syndrome.:) I love your letters and am glad I am privileged enough to know someone with enough insight to understand my ranting and raving :). I’ve sent you three or four letters (not quite sure). That makes me mad that you haven’t yet received them. I get so excited when I write. I would expect it to get there- stupid postal workers.

On Saturday night, I got the letter from the lawyer. That night I wrote the reasons why I should have an appeal:
- When sentenced the judge took into consideration two dropped charges.
- The pursuit went through Federal Land to State and back again.
- My Miranda rights were not read at the time of arrest.
- The pursuit ended on Federal land at which point the State officials took custody of me.
That’s pretty much what I wrote down. There’s a guy on the run who used to be a lawyer. He helps people write to the courts. I am going to send over the stuff I have so that maybe he will be able to help me rewrite or rephrase my words. I have the police report herewith me just in case I need it.

I was so happy when I got the letter. I thanked my angels and God fro giving me a beautiful ray of sunshine. I knew and know I will be okay. 2006-I hope to be out- stronger- better – harder.:)

When I was going to Alhambra, I had a deja vu of being there before and thinking “a year and a half that’s nothing” –“I’ve already done___ ?” but I was happy also in the bus coming to Alhambra. It was raining a little -deja vu – happy for a year and a half left. I also remember coming into prison here, right through the gates happy to be leavin’.

Right now I am just existing, living on hope and the knowledge that I will be okay. :) I didn’t mean to send you a depressing letter. I just get this sad feeling sometimes-being in a cage. “Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage”

Thanks for the $70 bucks! But I am on loss of privileges for those tickets I told you about. I can’t spend any money –except for $10 or actually $12.00 on hygiene. So, I won’t stink I guess. That’s why I asked if you could put it in my neighbor’s books, he gave me the store already. I showed him the receipt so he wouldn’t think I was bullshitting.:)

I promise no more Tattoos. They’re not prison looking tattoos. [He drew a picture of the tattoo on his chest]. It says Native” on my back and some more like these on my legs. I can eat my hair now! I just thought of that. Stupid, but I have never had it that long before. I’ve read so many books without a TV. I hated pretty much all of them- you know a lot of writers use the “nigger” in their books- I guess they missed their help.

I fell nervous-maybe anxious sometimes. I can’t stop thinking. It is hard to sleep. HA! I’m not used to this much thinking.

I’ve committed myself to a workout session every other day or when I’m real bored. I hope to come out looking cut. You speak of my release like the second coming of Christ.:) It will be a good day. Though, I don’t know what to do until that time comes. I keep asking everyone what their plan is for release. It seems that nobody has a good plan. Everything is all effed up if you know what I mean? Well, maybe not. Anyway, I want to be prepared and have my research done –before someone slips into my state of mind.

The days are going by so fast. I think it is April now. I’ve got all your beautiful postcards decorating my little box.

I miss chopper. I wish I was blind so I could have him here as a seeing eye dog. I would sneak him in :). I bet Chopper was happy to see Chris. He still hasn’t written me - Little monkey lover. This guy keeps giving me candy. I give it away though. (Don’t take candy from strangers!)

I went out to sweat yesterday. Man, was it hot! There’s this guy, a native, he looks like my Dad and guess what? His name is also Frank! Ha! Anyways, he’s big (his size) :) and he starts yelling, “Let me out! Let me out!” at the top of his lungs. Believe me it was skin burning. It started to burn, so I moved as close to the ground as possible. Then my back was a blazed. :) Then I heard him scream. I left too. Happy to get the hell out of there! It cooked me like a lobster. I’m all red. It faded a bit today, revealing a tan. I miss a tan.

Please don’t get overly distraught from my letters. I don’t mean to worry you. I am okay – Promise.

Stay positive and content. You’ve worked hard all your life and never got recognition for it. – Well, at least in a corporate sense – you deserve, what you desire! You make this little jailbird proud :).

I will be fine in life because of your focus on yourself. Forget about the negative! You can handle stress! I just don’t want you worrying about me. I’m strong- ‘cause you’re strong.

I just got your letter, well post card. It’s midweek, I’d say. I feel so happy when you write!:) I am going to be moving next month. I’m moving over to the C run. That old man I told you about already asked the Sergeant. Poor guy is sick and lonely:). He reminds me of Papa kinda’. I want to hear his stories. I’m sure he has a lot.

I’ve been making mental notes lately- listening to people, taking in my surroundings. There’s a picture of Steven King and he looks like Mitch! HA! He’s covering half of his face with his collar like he didn’t care if he was seen. All the other authors are like “Glamour Shots” But it’s like he’s telling his photographer, “Fuck you!” but in a dignified way:). I love writing, improvising and brainstorming. It makes me feel creative.

I need to learn proper terminologies for writing my lawyer. I hope everything goes alright. My luck has some how run out. It hasn’t left completely because I am still alive.

I wish I had some instant tea. They sell coffee (instant) but no tea. Coffee makes my breath stink and I get stomach aches from it. I am glad you like my picture- I hope that’s not the orange suit picture?!

I read this big brother book today and it was good. That same author wrote a book I read in County. But this one was better. I am reading “Bury my heart at wounded Knee”. It’s sad. I took a break from it to write. I read the book once called, “Custer died for your sins”. This book reminds me of that one. The sad truth :( .

But besides that I am in good spirits. I had another dream last night. Everyone was in it. Bizarre- I remember their faces.

I still have a photo ticket from eons ago. I’ll send that one when I make it and get it. When you come and see me, if it is a specified holiday we can take a picture together:).

There was recreation today. There are these cages outside. I tried to go but the C.O. was being a dick. This one C.O. was sprayed with his own mace today:). That guy is a weird, in an asshole sort of way. He’s big and black. On Sunday, during sweat, he tried to convert this chief I know:). He said, “I bring you the love of Jesus Christ.” The “chief”didn’t know what to say. He ended up saying, "I don’t want it" and looked all weird and cracked up.

Religion is truly the devil. I mean it’s the same God! Who cares how you want to worship him. Praying is praying if you ask me.

Anyways, I need you to send $50 to that guy for me. That $70 is untouchable to me, so I will have it for a while. He gave me the store a week ago and now he might be leaving to Oklahoma. I told him I would write another letter today. Fill out the Money order and mail it to [He gave his name and address].

I asked Mom and Papa to send $50 too, so I can get a radio. He works in the store and said he can get one. After that I will be good for a while and the insanity will cease. I was wondering it you could find out how much it would cost to take a college course. I want to take a world religion class at Rio Salado. I would – but I don’t really have the resources to call:).

Well Mama, I love you and hope you are all snuggled up in bed right now- safe and sound with Chopper at your feet. At least that’s how I pictured you in my head. It’s late at night and all is quiet. The loudest thing is me writing with my pen.

The postcard you sent today- I’ve seen that picture before but a lot bigger. A long time ago, when you were the art teacher in school- Second grade – no maybe third? Anyways, I love you and your postcards. They are the coolest and really spruce up the place.
I’m going write my lawyer in a bit. Don’t worry- Be Hopi!

I’m sending you want I have on one of my legs. [He sent me a sketch of his tattoo] See if you can guess which one.

Your son, Charlie “No more tattoos”

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