Tuesday, December 16, 2008

11-12-04

Mama,
I always get into the writing mood late at night, especially when I am conversing with you. It’s about midnight. I know because the T.V. shuts off. They kill the cable at 12am. I saw that movie “Arachnophobia” today. It reminded me of you. I remember watching it with you many times .I remember you squeezing my arm as a kid wincing at the sight of such creatures :)It made me smile and laugh. I love having happy memories get triggered in my days. I have plenty of them in my mental bank.

I dreamt of Jesse last night. We were older than at first communion. Back when you gave Christifer the Benz and before he took off to Cheryl’s. We were trying to write a song. Jesse wrote the lyrics. I was singing to the music that we had prerecorded on the system. As soon as Jesse wrote, I sang at the pace of his hand. It was very bizarre and most of my nighttime journeys are becoming more and more bizarre. Anyway, I woke up after having a wonderful sleep, with a mind set I have been taking for granted. How strange it is to be happy in a place like this, yet it is becoming an everyday thing. I have a strange yearning for sadness. I guess I feel out of sorts w/nothing really negative going on, no tragic mishaps. No recent deaths, how weird. :{

I had a discussion with the chaplain over here. I have to tell you he is not very kind. He was going through my religious box and found a cigarette in my tobacco and wrote me up. I haven’t had access to my to my box since I got here, so how can they hold that against me? I think I took it relatively well, considering what my neighbor wanted me to do. Anyhow, everyone on the Westside of the cell block got a good laugh at my misfortune. I am supposedly the only person anyone of out of all of their contacts has ever heard of that got a ticket from a Chaplin. Crazy!

Mom and Papa said my per-capita check was coming soon. I don’t know though. I hate asking them for anything. I wrote to my Dad for like the tenth time. – no reply. I gave up on Christifer. I tried to call Mom and Papa twice, but I didn’t get any response. :) I wrote that Erin a while ago. She hasn’t written anything back since I received that one letter. I’ telling you I should be sad, but it just won’t come! I wrote everyone. My Mama writes me though and Mom and papa sometimes. Oh and I got a letter for So-oh last week. But this is my last stamp so I thought I would write you instead. I feel guilty about Mom and Papa. I should write them. I tried to call , but no one answered.

This cricket keeps scaring me! I think it is a roach moving fast, especially when I catch him out of the corner of my eye. :{

I was beating myself up thinking that I came off sounding crazy when I wrote Erin. But I mean, I don’t know- no one really wants to write someone that they have never met who is in prison. And if they did, I would tend to think there was something wrong with them :) I did feel better when you told me the her and her “friends” dressed up as a rainbow. I kind of got that feeling when she sent me some pics of her and her “friends”/

Picturing you with glasses, makes me think you are gaining intelligence) Through all of your intelligence you can see Autumn in its Washington form. I am jealous) You can keep your 28 degrees though. It is 58 degrees and I am freezing!

It is raining tonight. How I love the smell of rain in the desert. The scent of wet creosote and dirt- autumn!

It seems that when ever I turn on the radio, Bob Marley comes on. I swear in another life, I was a Rastafarian – praise Jah! :)

I miss you Mama. I wish I could converse with you through different means. I never feel like writing to you until late at night. That is when my creative juices get flowing. I have such a hard time sleeping at night. As soon as I lay down I am filled with epiphanies. I have nights where it seems like I over analyze the past and pick apart everything I have ever done. Imagination sucks sometimes. I think my mind makes up new ways I messed up before- too many should haves and could haves.

Anyways, I watched this documentary on advertising tonight. It was interesting. It sort of made me disgusted though. Our so called “culture” is nothing more than spiritual enlightenment through products. There was this plane company that was making their ad campaign a cultural “movement”. It leads simple minded Americans into believing that only the most stylish, in-touch, beautiful people flew their airline. The concepts were SO ridiculous! Yet, people were buying into it. Stupid Americans. I am thinking about turning in my citizenship! There was a French cheese company that wasn’t doing well with their campaign and so they enlisted the help of some sort of ad –industry guru. He explained that in France cheese is alive- living, Yet in American cheese that is alive is considered “gross”. Doesn’t it sound gross? So they prepackaged it three times and put pasteurized in bold print and of course it sold! Magic! It was amusing until it got to the political aspect, with simple minded Americans buying anything they are lead to believe is a way of life. It is no wonder Bush is in office for another 4 years.


It kind of gets me thinking about what you wrote to me in your last letter about T.V. being my only window to outside – like Mom and Papa :) There are a lot of people that only live through T.V. Easily manipulated masses are everywhere! Here is a good example ( where I am). I was joining in a discussion here on the cell block about Bush and Kerry. So many fro Bush but no one could tell me why we are fighting in Iraq) Sure the first answer is “we’re fighting the war on "terrorism” Until I remind them that that was why we were in Afganistan. It goes back to the advertising shit. Another psychiatrist- an old guru was retained on behalf of the Republican party on how to best deal with the war. As soon as the “War in Iraq” was changed in the mouths of their party to the "War on Terror”- national support raised by 35 %! I mean come on! 2+2= what? Retards I swear. Anyway, you know how I feel about that so I’ let it go…I guess :). Oh Mama, we as a nation are headed for disaster

I was watching Jerry Springer—I know, I know! Anyways, I had to shut it off. It was just trash- absolute garbage. I felt dirty watching scum cheat on their equal scum. I seriously got up and brushed my teeth :) I got the he-bee- gee- bees just thinking about it! EW!

I hope you write soon. No one else writes any more. It’s going on a week with Nada. I kinda’ stopped caring until my damn neighbor asks if I got any love. I wonder why the hell I befriended that fat black b******rd sometimes :) I know he is trying to be nice and friendly. But it is like rubbing salt into a wound. Love – HA!
I am tired of being in this situation – day after day. I feel so stunted and lonely. I care if anyone write me or not – how pathetic! These walls and bars are getting smaller, Waaaaa! I just can’t wait to be free. I don’t want to think about outside in case of depression, but I want out.

I hate having to ask people for money. Oh God, how horrible I feel. And these damn ads are starting to gear towards the Holidays. Stupid f ***ing Thanksgiving is coming up children all around and the nation are going t be taught the stereo- typical Indian and dress up like an “Indian” as if it was a mythological creature – be fed all this bullshit about how the pilgrims some how gave something to the natives. AHH!

I want some cranberry sauce! I want to scalp me a pilgrim! I just want freedom. I want to leave this behind me and emerge out into a better world I want to go home for x-mas. I just want freedom. I want to leave this behind me and emerge out into a better world. I want to go home for x-mas.

I’ve rejects x-mas since I was 13 and since Jesse died. I don’t even want to be reminded of the holiday. But this year, I want a tree. I want wreathes. I want to go to Mom and Papa’s and be ignored by everyone but Mom and Papa. I want Christmas. I don’t want to spend another one locked up. :) It’s kind of funny because the last x-mas I was out there, I hid from everyone and rejected everything. But it is all part of the plan, I guess. I miss you.

I love you very much and I continue to pry for you and yours. I will always love you. You inspire me, give me hope and make me feel loved. I love you my mama.

Thanks for everything. I hope you are alright up there in that bone chilling weather. Dress warm and take care of that old dog and I don’t mean Mitch :). How’s he doing? I’ve got a couple of pictures of him. He looks happy.

I’m sure you are sound asleep right now. So, I will send some good thoughts your way. Hope they get there before you awake. I’m getting tired about now but I want to send this out in the morning. Hopefully you will get it in a couple of days. Forgive me for not writing more. I ran out of stamps and $. I need to send some acknowledgement out to my lawyer soon. It’s been a while, but I only had one stamp and it was already on the envelope so you won the toss up. Besides she never writes me 

I miss you Mama. And I love you. Keep up the good work. Don’t forget you have a son in her that loves you! Jesse loves you too! Christifer does too – just he is dense in his emotional area – but you already know that don’t you? I have a little picture of him staring at me. He says , “hi” and he loves you.

Well, Mama I’m yawning a lot now. It’s pretty late. Te T.V. has been shut off for a while now and they’re playing crap on the radio. So before I begin to babble on and on I’ll close.

Don’t ever forget I love you and value your input into my life. I am very proud of you and your accomplishments, I miss you my Mama. Give Chopper a hug for me and tell Mitch I said, “What’s up!” and not to freeze his AZ bred butt off. I love you Mama. Oh tell Mitch thanks for ordering those tapes for me. Tell him he kicks ass. I love you, Mama.

Your son, Charlie

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