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Daily Journal page 1
April 30-May 3, 2012

April 30, 2012 Monday 7:26 am. I've been putting my cell back together. Last night a few minutes after 9 pm they came in and shook my cell down, and destroyed it. I was up until 11 pm cleaning it up and then finished it up this morning. It was a wreck. They got two other guys on the wing in cell 6 and 11, and they feel the only reason they got hit was to make it look like I wasn't being singled out. And that may be true. CO Lee just came by calling recreation. I won't get to go. I've got to straighten up some more of this paper work and then decide what to do next.
9:41 am. CO Sexton just just came by picking up legal mail and grievances. I got my cell straightened out. I was sitting here doing some art work, which I'm fixing to get back to.
11:30 am. Just finished eating. I met the new chaplain Cambell right before lunch got here. He's assigned over here to P-Dorm. He's a really nice guy. I'm glad they finally got a chaplain over here. Well I need to get back to this art work.
2:21 pm. Just finished working out. Was about time I got off my a** and did something. I'll wash clothes and bathe in about an hour. I need to get a card out, clean the floor, do some more work on this card. Looks like a nice day to be at the beach. I'd be happy just being outside in the sun. The sgt just came by passing out that state soap. That crap stinks. I can't even use it for washing clothes.
4:56 pm. Just finished eating. Soon as they pick up food trays I'm going to wash clothes and bathe and lay down and call it a day.

*Tuesday, May 1, 20012 7:02 am. Here I am another day. I didn't have a good night. I went to sleep last night with the thoughts of hoping I'd die in my sleep. I don't like it when that happens. I need to stop and write something for my blog.
8:19 am. I just finished writing this blog to apologise to Dina. I owe her a great apology for hurting her feelings. Sgt. Swain and CO John Lynch is up here today. CO Lynch is the one who wrote the bogus DR back on August 1, 2011. Still not comfortable being around him.
8:43 am. Sgt. Swain just came by and I asked him to kick some trash over here, that the inmates dumped in the hallway during the tray pick up this morning. So he brushed it over with his foot and I threw it away. I'm just doing some walking right now listening to music. I'm going to start writing here in a bit, and finish up a card I'm working on.
12:05 pm. CO Lynch just walked by for count, and got here to my cell and made sure he turned his head all the way to the side. Last time he did something like that was August 1, 2011 when he set me up with that DR. I knew something was wrong that day cause he was stopping to look in my cell. I hope they didn't put this b**** up here today to set me up. If they did they did. There's nothing I can do about it. I need to write the court about getting the US Marshals to serve that lawsuit and how much that's going to cost. I just finished eating lunch. Chili. I finished a card up that I'm going to put up here on the blog to share with everyone. The Miami Heat won last night 104 to 94. They are looking good. I just looked up and on 47 Action News, they had the beach cam on. I'd love to be out there at the beach. Well I'm going to get up and walk, then decide what to do next.
3:33 pm. I just finished a leg and cardio workout. I started at 2 pm. Wasn't a bad workout. I finished another card that I started a few days ago, sometimes I'll work on a card and put it to the side and not work on it for a week. I spend 5, 6, 7 hours on one card. Just wish I was allowed to put them up on my blog and sell my art. But the last time I tried that I got in trouble. Just stupid a** rules. We have to buy stamps, paper, envelopes, deodorant, etc etc yet we can't earn money. That's just stupid! I'm sorry... calling these morons in the F.D.O.C. is a damn insult to stupid people [smiley face]. Well I need to rewrite this blog that I want to post and get a card out of here.
6:14 pm. They skipped me on the showers, so I'm going to bathe in here. I got two cards I'm sending out to place up over here on my blog. Let me set up and bathe and watch the news.

Wednesday May 2, 2012 5:35am. I got up at 4:30. The nurse come down pushing a noisy ass cart. I've already cleaned everything up. Fixing to read over some comments left on my blog. Then eat breakfast and see what else today holds.
7:38am CO Hill came down to call me for rec, but I got a Ms Sagle (psychologist) call out at 9 am and I'm #6 on the law library.
9:31am Just got back from seeing Ms. Sagle. Fixing to eat some oatmeal and decide what to do next.
9:49am Just finished making my bunk. They also came by with cell clean up. At 8:43 Barry V. Reddish walked through. Just stared me down. I can see the hate in his eyes. And it's mutual, I can't stand his dishonorable a**!
10:42am Col. Godwin and Lt. Robinson just came through, I, nor they said anything. Godwin looked in here at me.
12:05pm It's count time. I'm just sitting here writing. I'm needing to write a piece to promote my blog.
3:25pm I'm back from the law library. My cell got shook down along with 2 other cells. What's going in is these idiots are trying to destroy other inmates' cells and turn all the inmates against me. 'Cause no one else got shook down. That's twice that I've been shook down in 4 days. Anyways, I've got some work to do.

Thursday May 3, 2012 6:40am. I was just getting these formal complaints ready to go out in this morning's legal mail. I'm watching the news. Someone had 119 million dollars to waste on that painting The Scream that looks like a kid did with crayons, amazing. That much money would get me out of prison and start me a new life. Junior Sean killed his self yesterday. He was 43 years old. Makes me question why I struggle to survive. I need to shave, clean my cell and get ready in the event they call me for rec this morning.
10:59am I just got served a DR. Wow, these punk ass idiots set me up with another DR. They just plant stuff in my cell now. Since I don't keep anything in here. Oh well, I'm fixing to start filing a boat load of grievances. Well, I've got some writing to do.
4:27pm Well, I've been writing, getting a blog ready to go up and post the DR. I'm going to grieve it all the way up, which is going to run into the hundreds of dollars, or so I've heard. I can't believe Sgt. Chandler helped set this DR up. I didn't expect that from him. Just goes to show these M.F. don't have, nor can you tell when you're dealing with an honorable officer. I let Mrs. Mahoney and Ms. Sagle read the D.R. when they came through earlier. I'm not even going to D.R. Court. No sense in going. All it is, is two jack a** hole are going to find you guilty based on staff's statement. Sgt. Chandler's on tonight and running showers. I really don't like the idea of going out with him here. I think Lt. Kilgore is possibly behind it.
5:27pm Just sitting here waiting on the showers to get started. Thinking of what all I'm going to write to place up on the blog. Pisses me off that these S.O.B. have no honor and integrity.
6:18pm I was looking over that DR. There's no way CO Aaron Stokes could have got up to search the back of that light. I thought about it, and that little runt ain't 5 foot 4, if that. And when I was searching that light when I first got in this cell, I was barely able to search up there. There's no way he could have reached it. I'll write about all of that this weekend in a few blogs I'm going to post, 'cause the only way to get cigarettes in here now, is if an officer brings it in. I hope Aaron Stokes smokes because I'm fixing to fight like hell to get it, where officers can't bring in smoking tobacco. Well, I'm going to wash clothes, get ready for the shower, come back and lay down and relax for the night. I'll be blogging heavily over this weekend. Well, that's another day in the Florida Dept of Corruption!

Ronald W. Clark Jr
The Death Row Poet
May 3, 2012