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12-12-11
Irish Soup
Poems, Art Work, Short Stories, Notes

I want to wish everyone a very merry Christmas, and hope you have a very happy new year, and that all your days are happy.

I will try to do better when writing(?) here in the future; Winter is here now so I will be spending more time in the cell. In the Spring, when I'm finished with Computer School, I hope to be putting more of my short stories out here.

It costs more than $100,000 a year to keep each prisoner serving a life'sentence locked up here in California - is that a good pay number or what?

I'm thinking, after my sister's last two comments, that most people might not know where to leave a comment: Just leave it on any of my pages - I'm sure I'll get it :) Just say "hi", so I'll know you were thinking about me at a certain time on a certain day.

When I was sixteen, I met this lanky girl with a loud laugh. I want to hear her laugh again and see her smile: beautiful.

The fog is lingering outside the tiny hole I have in my wall - it's thick as a tumbler of apple and potato brew. This time it is unable to get inside and attack my bones like it did in the cells at 'Q'.

You are my dream, my stay, my hope, my beacon. Our days are descending(?) away like the time of the ancient Mayans.

I will be 65 on the 18th of December. My Jeannie remembers. She remembers everything about me - knows me better than I know myself <3

I may look old, and I may feel old, but my feelings are like those of a little boy.

I got a letter from my Aunt Alice this week, with picture - some taken at Theresa's wedding. Little sister: where is the picture of Dad you promised? :)

Watching the sun rise at dawn is my favourite part of the day. I'm always up before then, watching all the colours in the sky as the sunlight breaks over the top of the hills behind my cell.

[Picture of placard or picket sign in the margin, reading "Don't Bite the GUARDS" ]

It could be worse here, or worse yet, one could get to where they don't care - be at the end of the line. I was there once, maybe a few times.

If I find out someone is actually reading my blog, I will try to write more and more often.

Time is slipping away, my visibility narrowing. I figure there isn't much chance of me getting a helicopter in here any time soon, so I'll just wait here for your comments.

I am a man / I am a boy / I am an inmate. #B-14364