5-17-12

My Window

In a funny way—I suppose—this makes sense overall. And oh, enemy mine, you will laugh.

In the current digs, my window overlooks... garbage cans. There, there, stop laughing. It's not so bad really.

See, I've been at the Creek for six years now, and I've had the adventure of living in four of the five buildings on this yard, plus two separate gyms. One here, one on another yard.

I've had the east, west, north and south facing kinds of windows. One overlooked a boys-getting-raped version of the Ptascow Concentration Camp in Poland, WWII. This would be Preston Castle in lone which was a youth authority building for decades. Another overlooked the mainline minimum yard facility—nice trees there. One over looked a parking lot. Yes, Mr. Do. I see your Mercedes 500 SEL, and you do make too much money for this shitty job you do(n't) do.

But this window is special. It overlooks the garbage and recycling corral for my yard. So why is it special? The wildlife. In an odd twist, trash attracts critters. So depending on the hour, I get to see sparrows, swallows, finches, blackbirds, ravens, hawks, skunks, cats, mice, lizards, snakes, frogs, and other assorted mammals. I have to say this is the LEAST boring window I've looked out of in the last eight years. Two in captivity, I saw rocks and weeds. Oh wow!

So that means God has thwarted your evil plans yet again, oh sucker-of-Satan's-bunghole. It is incredibly satisfying to sit and watch the free and untamed world of nature at play. So praise God, and let's be happy.

In another sort of funny way, long before those "freegans" and "recyclers" and "freecyclers", I was a gold-plated certified dumpster diver. You can't believe the perfectly good crap people throw away! And ya know—just 'cuz it's prison doesn't change a hting. Oh, my dear read (thanks Mom!), prisoners toss out just as much curious stuff as anyone else.

Rock on, dudes and dudettes!
Andy