the last refuge

Pondering a potential life or death battle with West Nile Virus (WNV) has left me a bit contemplative. For those of you who have continued to care, I do have a new parole hearing date. September 12, 2010. And yes, I feel good about it. If I live to see it, I think this will be my day, my moment, my chance and my liberation. I feel it. So far, I have not developed any additional WNV symptoms. And I feel grateful, I don't care about selling my house, and I don't care about my feuds with simpletons. All I want to do is get simple; back to my woman, maybe get an email from my children. Free in the sun, free in the grass, free in the trees. Free. I just really hope I don't have West Nile Virus. God, I solemnly promise that if I don't hav

where is the government oversight?

...so, I'm walking in the prison yard, for my 5 minutes of excercise time, and it is time to go back in, so I turn to take the first step up and, ug, gack, ah, gah, a mosquito flew right into my mouth and partially down my throat. I tried to dislodge it and get it out with a gag, a sputter, a cough, but it was not going to happen, the bugger was going down before he came out again. So, I swallowed it. Now, I know you can get West Nile Virus from a mosquito bite, but can you get West Nile Virus by swallowing a mosquito with West Nile? Because I am pretty sure this mosquito had West Nile, because why else would it have such bad judgement as to fly down my throat? Now I'm pretty sure I've got West Nile, i'm a little achy and dizzy and my shi

i me, hi me

I'm in the shower, alone for a change. So, a little ME time, if you know what I MEan. And I am looking at this 3 year old middle aged body of mine saying, "hey, not bad...sweet abs, dude." And I lean forward against the front shower wall and watch the water run off my tight toned body and I see the beauty of it all, and me, and it is all simplified. and I turn off the water and I just let the remaining drops drip down and plink, splat, down to the hard echo floor of the shower and times slows, and I take it, and the random rhythm of water collecting and falling off my hair and body onto the basin and into the drain makes me listen to me. completely. oh, did I mention? I have new parole hearing date.