Sunday, September 14, 2008

6-2-04

Mama,

I guess this weekend we are going to take pictures. I’ve bought three. So, I’ll send the best one to you. My hair is getting long; it’s like going down to my shoulders. Mom wrote me and said that long hair is “bum’ hair. She said Christifer looks like a bum. :)

I had a horrible dream last night. I woke up around four disgusted. Lacy is out there being gross. That’s all I have to say about that. I woke up sad and lonely. I hate being alone. When I went back to sleep, I was flooded with past memories. Things I can’t change haunt me. Those damn “should haves”. I wish I could forget. But how would I learn?

The other day I kept getting anxiety attacks – real bad. I don’t know what the fuck that was all about. I’m either getting real anxious or just feeling blah. I try and work out to release some endorphins. It worked for a while, but the bad feelings returned. Oh how I miss freedom- Open doors and street lights.

I read, “The five people you meet in Heaven”. It was dope. It gave me the chills. Right on the last word – it sent a shock through my body.

I just started reading, The DaVince Code”. That whole thing about PHI 1.816 being the building block for life is bad ass! The pentacle, Venus- Friday the 13th – very stimulating. I’ve been savoring it. Thanks. I like that part where it was talking about the Mona Lisa and the androgens properties and the similarities of DaVince and Mona Lisa Ha! What a fag! :) Thanks.

My cellie is going to get me this book out of the library. It is about this Hopi wizard called Don Juan. He says that it is worth reading. But he also got me this lame ass book, so I don’t know. But I will humor him anyway. I want to take a silversmith class. I was thinking about it last night. I’ll make some badass jewelry. My cellie says that he silversmith’s in Montana. He wants me to go there real bad. He sure is a lonely S.O.B. His wife just left him for being in prison for two years. He’s getting a divorce the poor bastard.I try and keep his mind off of it. But he fucks up and whines about once a day. Out of sight –out of mind – it is that damn T.V. that poisons our minds. :)

I need to write more people. But I don’t see the point. I know that sounds horrible, but that is ho I fee. I gave up on Chris, my Dad and any girl that I’ve ever has a relationship with to ever write me. But I’m used to it now, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. My Aunt Patty wrote me. I have not been in the mood to write for a couple of months. I feel like an asshole – a lazy one.

A good thing happened. I bought store last week and I bought more on my birthday. When I got my slip they had forgotten to take the money from last week. So, I got about $75 worth of free food for my birthday. I was like, “Thanks Jesse!”

My Dad’s ex-girlfriend Maggie has written me. She sent me some cash and a card. I just barely wrote back; I felt guilty so I wrote Mom and Papa. I also sent my lawyer a thank you note along with my receipt for the opening brief.

I came to the decision of sending you the opening brief yesterday. It can explain itself better than I ca. I got my pictures taken yesterday. So, I’ll be sending you the best one. I hope you like it.

So, yesterday they called me up to property. I thought I was getting U.A.D [I don’t know what he meant], but instead I got 8 D&B tapes :) :) :) … :) I swear it was the best day I ever had in prison. I’ve been listening to them straight for two days. Thank you so much!!

I just go done reading the DaVince Code. The ending was sort of predictable- but a very stimulating read. It all makes sense. I love how it points out the pagan symbols in modern time religions. The origin of the Star of David – Phi is dope. That whole concept is mind-boggling. I understand now your whole “Woman the run with the wolves” thing. :)

Alright I have been slacking. I don’t feel the urge to write anymore. I started this letter like a week ago, but I have put it off. I was waiting for my pictures to come. I took three but they only gave me two. I’m sending you the best one. I look like shit- but I guess that will fade.

My cellie was getting on my nerves. He’s so old. He’s all into his cowboy thing. Which irritates me ‘cause he’s fucking Indian. :) He tried to tell me that I don’t know enough about my culture ‘cause I don’t know my “animal spirit”. When he said that, I was laughing my ass off. I asked him if he got that information from the movie “Dances with Wolves”. He snores so loud; he reminds me of a drunk. All right enough of that. He is just old and confused.

Last week, some dick head cop got beat down. The yard was on lockdown for a day – then that asshole, pathetic, piece of shit – got beat down. This cop was evil- I swear. I tried to be nice thinking that he was just misunderstood. I said, “How are you doing?”, when I was walking opposite of him. He says, “Better than you are.” I was like, “Damn! He is a dick.” I just said, “You’ll get yours.” Sure enough, the next day, they had to fly a helicopter in and fly him off the yard.

So, that is a second time this week we were on lockdown since Thursday - which means no Pow-wow. I was sad, but I think it was worth it. I don’t know what he was thinking. There are some crazy nuts on this yard. If you don’t show respect, no matter who you are, you are going to get dealt with - Stupid.

So, I have been in this cell for five straight days. I’ve lost my color. :) I want to run around in the hot sun. So after a heated debate over is Steven Segal is Martian or not. We watched, “Lord of the Rings on prison vision. It took all day and into the night to watch them all. They were all right, Stupid little hobbits. That Gollum I like. He cracked me up. At the end of the second one, I had a dejavous. The next time I watch this movie, I will be free. It is going to be around 4:00 pm. You’re going to be rushing me to leave we’re going to the movies – at least I think it is you. Anyways, it was cool. I believe it is a good sign.

My dreams are becoming more and more bizarre. They are kind of making sense. But I’m just guessing, I don’t really know.

I want to send you my opening briefs. But I don’t know how many stamps I am going to need to put on it. I probably will slap like ten on it. I’m going to send it out with this along with my picture. I’m going to write Mom and Papa too. I haven’t heard form them. They just got approved for visits. So, I’m going to have to let them know. I have non-contact visits for two months. I don’t know if they would want to wait or what. I am going to try to call them. I don’t know if their number went through or not yet. I’m worried about them.

I’m going to find out about these lumps on my jaw and under. One is the size of a pea; the other an almond. I think it is a tumor that is there. If they are - I am guilty of smoking. Unless I’m just dying:). The one under my jaw scares me.

I hope to hear from you soon. I’m getting lonely. I try not to pay attention to the mail. But I can’t help it. I hope you are okay and doing well. I love you mama and keep you in my prayers always.

Have you heard form Chris? I don’t know if I want to know. Out of sight – out of mind, I guess.
I miss your mailing. Don’t forget I love you and always will. Send my love to those that need it.

Charlie

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