Daily Journal
October 26-31, 2012

Friday October 26, 2012 6:12am: What to do today? Probably some painting. I'll write a letter or two, although I don't have the stamps to send them out. Everyone else will probably go to recreation this morning. Wish I could go. I got some more information on the inmate Frank Smith who was murdered by Warden Reddish's henchmen. Smith was 44 years old, my age, serving a 16 year sentence and was almost at the end of his sentence. Had someone paid attention to my blog, letters, affidavits, etc, and took appropriate action, this man wouldn't have been murdered by these low life no good unethical criminals such as Barry V. Reddish. I still get pissed off when I think about this, 'cause this murder by these low life cowards should not have happened.

Saturday October 27, 2012 7:36am: I just haven't been feeling too good. Not only have I been depressed, now I woke up this morning with a sore throat, sinuses are messed up, etc. I didn't get any mail and that's not helping with the depression. I just feel like sh**! That was a heartbreaking story yesterday where that 6 year old girl and 2 year old boy was murdered by their nanny. People should not leave their children with other people. Think about it, would you take a hundred million dollars and turn it over to someone to watch for you? No - you wouldn't. Yet you take your child, your most prized possession and turning its fragile life over to someone, babysitters, nannies, etc. I was molested by a babysitter, a neighbor's friend and someone close to the people I love. So I have first hand experience knowing that the child, your most prized possession, should not be outside the care, custody and control of the mother and father. But the father works, the mother works, and they dump the child off on someone else, a complete stranger. Oh well. Life is full of heartache and tragedy.
5:49pm: Well, I'm sick, and it's getting worse by the hour. I'm watching the Florida-Georgia game right now and Florida's playing like crap! I haven't accomplished a thing today. I laid down for about 2 hours from 12 till 2pm. I'm going to finish watching this game, the Oklahoma Sooners.

October 30, 2012 Tuesday 5:55am: I'm sick, by Saturday night it put me in bed. I didn't get out of bed at all on Sunday. I had to get out of bed yesterday because we have to make our bed, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten out of it yesterday. I'm still dealing with cold sweats. I'm probably going to lay back down, and that's all I'll do today. My head is pounding.
5:34pm: Someone just called down from upstairs. They just pulled Manny Pardo, and signed his death warrant. I've known him for about 20 years. He was a Miami Dade police offer, and was killing drug dealers back in the 80s. We weren't close or anything. Back in 97 or 98, he had a woman coming to see him from Wisconsin, she sent another inmate that she knew knew me over to talk to me, to see if she could get on my visiting list and hook up with me. I said, "Hell no!" Had she walked up to me, and talked to me and we clicked, then that would have been a different story. But I wouldn't have went behind anyone's back. I know a lot of guys didn't like Manny because he was a cop, but I never cared. He won't get a stay. Not sure what his date is, I'm sure we will hear more in the coming days.

Wednesday October 31, 2012 6:46am: Well, today is Halloween and Manny will be waking up - his first day on death watch, sitting down there on Q-Wing's first floor on phase one. Where he will now begin his countdown to the last day and hour of his life. Hell of a thing. I've been watching the news and the devastation that Hurricane Sandy caused. I'm worried about my friend Anne who lives in New York. She's 74 years old and doesn't have anyone to look after her. I'm hoping she's okay. This cold or flu, or whatever I had is behind me. I'll get back to having some kind of productive day today. Right now I need to wash the floor, wipe down the walls and then do some writing.
7:39am: Everyone is going to rec. I still can't go out because of that low life no good unethical criminal punk Warden Barry V. Reddish. And I hope you read this, because by no means am I done with your unethical scum bucket ass. I'm not going to be silent while the FDOC allows some criminal son of a bitch like you to continue to commit crimes on helpless inmates. You're a bitch! Your heart pumps Kool-Aid. Which means you're a coward! Yeah, I'm far from being over what that punk and his candy ass criminal henchmen done to me and my mother. A bunch of low life unethical cowards!
5:17pm: I finished a letter that I had started before I got sick. Then I did some painting. I'm fixing to lay back and watch the news, wait on the showers, which probably won't reach me until 9pm. I'll watch Survivor. I missed The Amazing Race the other night 'cause I was so sick. Hopefully I'll get some mail tonight. But for now I'm going to wrap this up and call it a day. There's guys down the hall talking and they're two cells apart, and screaming at each other. Like they're 14 cells apart. But this place is filled with idiots.