my friends

I brought a couple of photos of my friends to keep with me during my prison time. these pictures help me forget where I am, and help me remember who I am.

My friends.

finding my better squirrel

hi jimmy,
i thought i was in a better spot. my rage management classes had been downgraded to anger management, and i was pretty sure i was okay with you and every other nagging puss-filled stye in my life - but just one day, after 9 months of not even a hello, you decide to communicate with me and just in that moment of reading your ignorance... all my good feelings, my calmness, my serenity, my lies to myself, exposed. i hate you, others must see that you are selfish, self-absorbed and ignorant, yet i feel it is up to me to expose you, and this power your passion for the self has over me is what i mus

are there still trees?

here in the joint, you "earn" privileges - like my 5 minutes of internet time, or cigarettes, or a look out of a window. I have been using most of my "earnings" on smokes, as even when I have looked out the window, I can only see sky - no ground, no trees, no other squirrels, nothing. This is all jimmy's fault, but I harbor no ill will, especially since I hope for a parole hearing sometime in the next few weeks, and am actually scheduled to get ou

In humble gratitude to my benevolent captors...

Happy Valentine's Day! For those of you who don't know, I am still in jail. The fine people who run this fine establishment have found it in their hearts to allow me internet access for 5 minutes each day. The Apple IIE they have in the library takes 4 and 1/2 minutes to boot and the dialup modem rarely connects, so that doesn't give me much time to communi