[Transcriber's note: Scans seem to be a mix of two different posts. The transcription will reflect the scans as they currently are now.]

v6kd
Personal Journal

I leaned in the doorway of Hart's as the night crowds trickled in, one hand in my pocket fingering a knife, a smile on my face. My shirt starched stiff, the collar too tight. My spit-shined wing tops planted firmly on the ground, listening to the laughter of my Jeannie somewhere inside. Then I awake.

Life is but a dream. They popped Big James for transportation. Arrested Bud for possession. Collared Steve Burkett for both. Now those were the times. :) :(

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10-5-18

I received a post from my blog today, actually two. One from Mel (Hello, Mel!). Thank you for writing. Hope you will continue to read me and make comments.

The other from tigana. Hello, my love. I did get both of your notes here and your letter on the same day. As you can see, mail is still slow in getting here and and not just because people don't write. :) It took two weeks for your letter, three for the blog. But that's alright, my love. I received all of your telepathic messages. Why else would I always be smiling, thinking and daydreaming about you?

It rained her for four days. I like and hate the rain. I like going for walks in it, driving in it, listening to it hitting the window on a tin roof. But the moisture in the air gets into my bones and makes my arthritis scream. Yesterday, my hands hurt bad. Couldn't close the left one. Today it's better. I think what I need is some WD-40. That's what I used when my back went out years ago, and it ain't bothered me in years. Of course, I still use it now and then have to/need to with these old bones. makes a body feel young. Tastes like hell, but a Qwell get you there faster than Jim Bean in a '55 Chevy. :)

Too many damn cops around here, and I don't—

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10/10/18

—then a hundred yards and the package couldn't have weighed 25 lbs. But after all the years spent abusing my body, it seems a toll has been taken on as an old man. Maybe I won't load the refrigerator on the back of the pickup by myself anymore. :) My lower and upper back are still tight. My road dawgs said the next time I get a package, I needed to take a card. I didn't know that was an option.

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10/12/18

It's Friday. Feel better today. Back hurt all week. Couldn't even sleep. Then yesterday it was after six when I got woke up. :)

I talked to one of the clerks at the VEP college program that, as of yet, we don't have a college program for bachelor degrees here, but they're working on it. A few prisons like SQ have had it for some time now. I can't get back into a A.A. program because its' overfilled with a long waiting list. So maybe next year. I just wanted some art classes anyway. :( For now, I'll just do a little painting (very little lately), read, write, and do crosswords. I might be able to learn a little something there. One day I can't remember anything. The next day I can see the words in my mind. Kind of like life. Maybe I transfer to Quentin for the program. :)

Like they would accept my sorry old ass. Nowadays, you have to be a kissass to get there when you when I was there in the evenings. You have to a crazy killer. I ain't that guy no more, but I damn sure have to get up now and put some pressure on my foot. I have spurs on the bottom of my feet and ever once in a while, they start to hurt and putting pressure on them takes away—