Daily Journal
February 22-24, 2013

Friday February 22, 2013 4:29am: Been on death row for 22 years now. Never imagined this. Well, I got up at 3:30 when one of the officers slammed the hell out of the back door. I got up and cleaned up, made the bunk. I still have to wash the floor down. I got a letter from my mom's friend last night saying Sherry's funeral is this morning. She said Mom's handling it better than she thought. Which had me thinking I wonder if Mom could handle my suicide. That's just how screwed up my mind is. At least I recognize it. I'm hoping this Prozac will kick in and help out. I'm going to try to have a productive day. I need to get a couple of letters written, some artwork completed, exercise and see what else today holds. I got in one sheet of the new stationery I did. The real good ones I've got to find someone else to copy. The person I sent them to said she can't do it. I need to try to find someone to help me out with this. I need to find help with my art. Need to get going.
5:50am: Ate breakfast. Just finished cleaning the floor. Amazing how dirty the floors get. Seen on the news that they (America) exterminated another citizen in the state of Georgia yesterday. Americans, they just love killing people. Bloodthirsty! We've been doing it for 200 plus years. Hell, this country was built on the thirst for blood. Murdering Native American women and children so we could steal their land. Then we beat the blood out of the black man for slave labor. And when we couldn't do that, we hung them. Yes, the good old United States of America, built and formed on some wonderful ethics. "Thievery, slavery and murder". When you look at American history, stealing land, killing women and children, hanging the black man when they could no longer enslave them, murder and death, then it's no surprise that they still enjoy killing. This will be Paul's last Friday, unless somehow he gets a stay.
8:22am: Just cleaned everything with bleach. They came by with cleaning supplies. They have a tour group coming through this morning. I don't like tour groups. These people putting us on exhibit like an animal at the zoo. I've started a letter, but haven't done much more than that. I've got to wait for this tour to go through before I can exercise.
10:49am: The tour group didn't come over here. They went to the north side. This building has 6 wings, 2 sides. Wings 1-3 are the north side. Wings 4-6 are the south side. Each wing has 2 floors, each floor has 2 sides that have 14 cells each. The building holds 336 guys. When they started construction on this building there was only 270 guys on the row or something like that. Well, here you're getting a look at one of my new sheets of stationery. I did this back in January. I have some other designs out being copied. Brother Otto copied this. Right now I've got two letters going, one is to my dad regarding this legal stuff. So I need to get back to that, then I've got to get into my exercise.
12:21pm: Something happened somewhere. We seen out the window an inmate being walked to the mental ward. And lunch had been in the building for over an hour and they just served it. Try to find out more here in a few minutes.
1:02pm: Word is Francis Carlton who's seriously mentally ill was taken over there. I feel sorry for him, 'cause he's seriously screwed up. He doesn't need to be in this building. They need to keep him over at TCU (mental ward). Well, I need to exercise. I did some cardio earlier, but I need to do some push ups and other stuff. I'm waiting for Mrs Mahoney, my classification officer, to come through so I can talk to her about getting off heightened security. Since Sunday makes six months D.R. free. Time to get to exercising.
2:16pm: Just spoke with my classification officer. She said she has put me in for the colonel to take me off this heightened security. I just finished a little hour exercise session. I'm going to do a little more before showers.
4:11pm: Just finished eating. Sitting here watching Ellen. I found out what took place in U-Dorm the other day. One of the inmates threw dookie on this sgt. we have working over here today. This sgt. is a good dude. But you have a lot of mentally ill inmates over there. Well, I'm going to watch T.V., maybe do some walking and wait on showers. After that I'm going to sleep. Hope to be woke up with some mail.

Saturday February 23, 2013 7:47am: I've been up since 3am. I was just sitting here writing letters and then was messing with a drawing of panthers. I need to do some exercising, which I'll get to shortly. Paul has 3 days to live. Hope he's doing okay. Well, I'm going to get going. I made my bunk but I still haven't cleaned the floor.
10:12am: I cleaned the floor and then wrote a letter, and I was then working on this drawing. Which I'd like to get finished by tomorrow morning. 'Cause tomorrow afternoon it's all about Danica Patrick. I sure would like to see her win that race. Well, I need to get started on this exercising. I also need to wash clothes which I'm going to do first. Washing clothes is done by hand and it's a job in and of itself. So time to do it.
4:53pm: I did a cardio exercise earlier, but most of my day has been spent on this art. I really don't like doing art. I do it to try to earn money. I washed most of my clothes earlier. I'm fixing to wash what I'm wearing then bath and get in bed and call it a day.

Sunday February 24, 2013 4:39am: Been up since 3:18. Wish I could have gotten some more sleep. I'd like to be able to sleep until at least 4:30. I've made the bunk, still got to clean the floor. I've got to get a couple of cards written and ready to go out tonight. I also need to finish a piece of stationery that I need to get out of here tonight. At 12pm I'm going to be watching the Race. That was a really bad wreck they had yesterday. 15 fans hurt. Sure hope they are okay. I've been thinking a lot about Sherry and Kay. That is a lot to handle in one week. And here Paul is with just over 60 hours left to live. Still haven't found out if Ferguson has died of a heart attack. If he has that's going to piss the state off that he died before they could kill him. I was watching the budget the other day and all the money they spend from the attorney general to our counsel. It's crazy. That money could go to far better uses than trying to kill our citizens. But hey - this is America. And that says it all.
9:39am: Just been doing some work on this drawing. I don't like the staff that's here today. The sgt who lied and falsified a state document on May 26, 2012 is here. And in my eyes he's an unethical criminal. Then one of the officers who was there that morning of May 27, 2012 that they jumped on me and beat me down is also working here. And some young officer who looks like he's 16, never seen him before is here. So all our regular staff is gone. And today makes six months that I've been D.R. free. Only because that criminal warden Barry V. Reddish is gone, so the falsifying of state documents have stopped. I still don't like these unethical individuals who are LIARS working around me. I hate liars! Back to work.
3:56pm: Commercial on. I'm watching the race, Danica is doing really well. I just want her to win. I didn't accomplish much today. Two cards written, some artwork, that's about it. Sorry day. I should have gotten a lot more done. I'll try to have a more productive day tomorrow. After the race I may do a little something on the exercise tip. Still got to bath and wash clothes.
4:43pm: Well, that sucked! I wanted her to win so bad! Damn it! Just finished eating, I didn't touch much on the tray. All of it was really nasty. Think I'll get back to this letter to my mom, then decide what to do next. I'm going to be up until 9pm to watch The Amazing Race. Paul now has 49 hours to live. Maybe he will get a stay. Still don't know if that's fact or rumor on Ferguson dying of a heart attack. Might be able to find out more tomorrow. Well, I'm going to listen to some music and write this letter. Nope, I'll finish the letter up in the morning. I'm going to listen to music, walk for a bit then wash everything and call it a day.
6:14pm: In 48 hours, Paul will be in the death chamber, our citizens will be sitting there watching him as he dies. Hell of a thing. Well, I did some walking then washed some clothes, washed up. Now I'm fixing to lay down and call it a day. I survived the unethical criminal staff members they had working here today. Just been another day, so until tomorrow I'm out of here.