Sunday, September 13, 2009

4-6-06

Mama,
I’m nervous as hell right now. The guy who was running this side got taken last night. He owed like 3200.00 in debt! We aren’t allowed to mess around with that dope because of this reason. But he was in charger and he did it on the low and abused his power. The head dude sent word that the bros have to pay it and since I’m a shield holder, I have to help and I don’t know what the F* ** to say to these guys! I don’t know why we have to pay for that shit! Oh it’s frustrating and my week was going great! I just want to cry. I told that guy that you just sent 150.00 over to pay for the cash I swallowed and you could barely pay that. I told him the last time we got a check from the res. was like 3 years ago.

I wrote my Dad but the last time I heard from him was before Thanksgiving. I was feeling so good yesterday and now this. It’s like some cruel joke life likes to play – well the game of stress is not fun. I don’t mean to worry you, but I need your help. My friend Mike gets his tribal check this month and he’s going to help me out w/ 200.00 of it. But I still need 100.00 for the ‘cause” whish is such bullshit – I hate asking you for things especially $. It makes me feel 15 years old. But I need this to be done if you can. Here’s the address:

It pisses me off because at circle, I was the only one saying anything – any damn thing about how this was wrong. And I have backed some of those guys on other stuff and vouched for a couple, just so they wouldn’t get smashed and not one of them said a damn thing. And now I have this sickening feeling and no one to tell but you. And I hate making you worry. I just want a hug. I’ll tell you one thing if I ever see that guy again I’m going to beat his ass.

I just want to go home and be able to take care of shit on my own. I feel so helpless in here. I’m sure you can count me a dependent on your taxes.  Seriously Mama, I hope to hear from you soon. Your letters have a calming affect on my being and I’m craving that right now. I need reassurance that everything will work out and the future is well worth the present.
The future is well worth the present.
The future is well worth the present.
The future is well worth the present.
I like the sound of that! It’s sort of like saying, “There’s no place like home!” Except my shoes aren’t red and my little dog is an old man in a wheelchair. “Cellie, I don’t think we’re in Tucson anymore.”

Seriously earlier this week, I woke up not knowing where I was. I woke in a great mood, then I realized just where I was. Slowly I had to readjust myself to where I in fact was.
I have this big picture of you hanging in the middle of my shelf and that one of you and I, from the last time you come. I have one that Martin sent me of Jesse and Martin and one of my Dad, one of Mom and Papa and one of Jenni. It’s nice to see a bunch of people smiling at me. It helps keep me sane. A while ago, Mom and Papa sent me one of your little High school pictures in black and white. I have it with a picture of Jesse. But you have the same smile in the big one and the little on and almost look identical. – My teenage Mama!
I want to write you some more but I have to wait for more stamps. I have to write martin and Mom and papa too. I just hate writing depressing letters. When I’m not in a good mood it’s hard to write without conveying your feelings. Sometimes, I can tell what kind of mood you’re in, just by your handwriting- How bizarre!

I am so waiting to move now! I can’t wait to switch. I’m going to feel bad about leaving Ferguson, but I need to worry about keeping my mind right and bright. I can just feel it when in come back from work. Even though it’s my cell, it’s still home and the walls are coated in negative despair and I can’t live that way anymore.

I wish I could have a weekend pass for good behavior. Even just a day away from gates, barbed wire and especially the color orange! I just want to sit under a tree, eat some fruit and watch the clouds! I love you.

I feel such great things just out of reach and as my soul struggles to grasp achievement, I have to remind myself that one day, all will be possible. Despite the setbacks of the oppressed mentality, one day I will be able to press back, right? Right. I will press back. I have to.

You give me hope. Even thought you won’t be able to read this for a couple of days, it feels better to just write what’s on my mind and for you to understand my ramblings is the best support anyone can offer.

I feel better now- very therapeutic. I hope you don’t get wound up reading this. That’s not the point. Writing to you helps relieve stress and knowing that someone still remembers me, helps me stay positive.
The future is well worth the present!

Your loving son, Charlie


[Two letters came in the envelope.]

Mama,

I haven’t heard from you in a while. I hope everything is alright. I’ve been hoping to hear from you. So I can tell you my good news. I got the barber job! I put in for store, but they gave me the barber job which I don’t mind. I’m out on the rec. yard all day and only have Friday off- today actually. They’re going to move me upstairs with a guy that’s really cool. They should move me today or next week. So, it’s just a waiting game.:) I get paid about $20.00 every two weeks- which isn’t bad for in here. But they take away 7.00 in restitutions and my gate fee.

Martin wrote me twice last week. It made me so happy. He sent me a nice long inspirational letter that filled me with hope and confidence in the future. It was kinda’ like your letters do. Only yours also give me a sense of a big warm blanket - or warm milk. I find comfort in your words. I’m supposed to get re-classed this month too. I hope I can leave this yard already. But I have developed a strong sense of patience and will wait just to stand in line. 

My cellie isn’t thrilled like I am about the switch. But that guy isn’t mean or anything and they’re both old. They can get together and talk about Vietnam or something.

Oh well I’m glad things are finally getting better though. I have a feeling that 2006 is going to be a good year. There’s nothing left but a nice slow decent from the top of the mountain towards FREEDOM!!
I love you very much and despite me being several states away, I can still feel your loving heart.
Stay strong and keep positive.
I love you,
Charlie

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