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January 30, 2012
Monday
Reply ID: mchb
To: slaterbrown
On my perception of time. That's a good question. I've never really given it a whole lot of thought. On the street, I didn't keep up with time at all. Especially not in 1989. I was so strung out on dugs and alcohol that you could have come up to me and asked what day, month, and year it was. I'm sure I could have gotten the year, maybe the month, but I very seriously doubt I could have gotten the right date or day of the week.
In here, time seems to slow down and drag by, for the most part. Although looking back on these past two decades spent in this cage. In some ways, it seems like I've been here forever. But it also just seems like yesterday that I walked up the back ramp at FSP (Florida State Prison). Although it was February 22, 1991. The life and time I spent on the street seems like a dream, like it belonged to someone else, not me.
In here, I strive to keep and hold onto my sanity. That's my biggest fear: losing my mind in his cage. I hope that if it ever happens that I can realize that it's happening and bring my life to an end before it happens. I've seen that deadpan look in men's eyes, where they no longer look at you. They look through you. That is my biggest fear: losing complete and total touch with reality.
I don't know if this answers your question. Anyone who asks questions, I will try to answer them the best I can. Please take care.
In peace and love,
Ronnie
Ronald W. Clark Jr.
The Death Row Poet
1/30/12
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