Jul-Sept 2018 - Randy Halprin

Randy Halprin
 "We tend to see a person in the moment, not as the journey they travelled to get here."  Kat Lehmann

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July 1st, 2018

July 1st...I cannot believe it's already a new month. June went by so fast, that it feels like it hardly existed. I haven't written anything in the past week or so because the air conditioning was out until Thursday, and it was just too hot to function or focus on anything at all. Thankfully, they finally got it fixed, and as I type this it feels like the North Pole! That baby is cranked all the way up! I will give the people in charge some credit because they were passing out ice water every couple of hours, and even continue to do so now...I'm not big on sodas, but some of these guys back here have been putting their Coke cans in the cold water, and chilling them down into an ice cold drink! Small comforts go a long way back here...Some would see it as pampering inmates, I guess, but I just see it as treating people like human beings.

I had an interesting conversation or exchange, rather, with a mail room lady recently...My location on the inmate roster has been all out of whack since they tried to move me to 8 cell, and I wouldn't move to a broken cell. I was placed in 78 cell on C-Pod, and have been here for the past two weeks, almost. But whoever makes the count roster, has had me in 15 cell, 64 cell, 8 cell, etc. So, I receive a book and the mail lady finally finds me and I said, "yeah, they've got me all around this place." She says, "well, other offenders know where you are, so we just ask them"...And I then said, "yeah, just ask other PEOPLE" and "Oh, another PERSON told you?"...I kept emphasising people and person because I can't stand the word "offender"...TDCJ switched from inmate to offender in the mid-1990s; it seems its sole purpose is to dehumanise and make a person a lesser individual. I don't much like the word "inmate" either, but at least it doesn't make me cringe like the word "offender" does. How can you expect or ask a person to be rehabilitated or be a productive member of society, if while they're incarcerated you do everything in the world to show them what pieces of crap they are and treat them as a lesser individual than you are? It has always irritated me!

Anyway, that was a tangent...ha ha!

This week, the State's response to my application for a COA in the 5th Circuit, is due...Unless they ask for a further extension. I'm naturally nervous, and a bit anxious, but it's one of those things that I really have no control over. I can ask for prayers and positive thoughts, though, and I'd really appreciate anyone who wants to throw some my way...Here's to hoping for the best.

I'm going to be getting back into the groove of writing, so stay tuned!

Courage. Strength. Hope. and Faith!

Peace.



July 4th, 2018

Independence Day...We had a really good meal for lunch! A cheeseburger with pickles, a hot dog, beans, corn, potato salad, and peach cobbler. That was definitely appreciated, and I know I was grateful...It's a bit of a grey and wet day, so there'll be no watching fireworks tonight, but that's cool. On the NPR station, they'll do "patriotic" symphony music, and I like to catch that late in the evening - especially the 1812 overture, which is a great piece of music!

I guess not much else to say...It's just kind of slow moving today. Hopefully I'll get the writing back into gear tomorrow.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 10th, 2018

I don't know why it's been a little difficult to write anything of late, but I'm hoping to turn that around...Today's Stoic quote was about the humble art and practice of doing what you love, and I do genuinely love writing, and so I need to do something each day. Even on days when I feel "blah".

I'm struggling to think today for several reasons: my mind is on my appeal, and the State's response that was just filed...It's what I expected from them, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that something positive happens and I can turn all of this around. Again, thanks to those who have been praying for me; it means more than you'll ever know.

The other reason is I'm being rattled to death with the beating, banging, and grinding that is going on in order to remove these shower doors on this section (e-section), right next door to me...Ugh! I'm sitting on my bed, and I can feel it rattling in my buttocks. I'm jiggling and not even dancing! Anyway, they're replacing each shower door (12 doors in total) on 12 Builiding. They're pretty fancy stainless steel doors and can't be cheap; from what I've seen, the "window" on each door is really big, and has a mesh screen which is going to make it easier to breathe. The current doors are rusted heaps of metal with a plexiglass window that has nine "breathing holes" drilled into them.

As they do each section on a pod, they move/empty out the inmates in those cells, and bump them down a section. So tonight, I will be moving to e-section. I'm currently trying to be proactive because the cell that I could end up in is said to have been damaged. So, I don't want to have a repeat of the night I had a few weeks ago. I'm talking to guards and the rank today/this morning, to see if the cell is working or not. If it isn't, I'd like to be changed to a cell that does work...We'll see what happens.

Oh, and did I mention that we're on lock-down? It started yesterday morning. I had a feeling it was coming up because it seems to always happen in July. My neighbour told me, "But it hasn't been 90 days yet!". To which I replied, "When has that ever mattered?"..."Good point, he said.

Anyway, here's to hoping for good and positive things to happen! I'm holding onto...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 11th, 2018

Day three of the lock-down...As I write this, the maintenance crew are installing the last set of shower doors on the pod. I went to the shower this morning at about 5.30am (on lock-downs we only get three showers a week) and the door is pretty spiffy! They cannot be cheap...Solid stainless steel, and a big mesh window which definitely makes it easier to breathe when we are stuck in there. The slot that we place our hands out of to have the handcuffs taken off, is a bit wider and not as low to the ground; you still have to squat down, but not nearly to the point where your butt is touching concrete, like it is in our cells.

So...let me talk about last night...I seem to have really bad luck in being assigned to broken cells, just lately! Because of the work they are doing in the showers, they have been clearing out an entire section and bumping the whole section down to the next section. I was living on F-section, 78 cell, which meant I was to be moved to E-section, 64 cell...However, 64 cell has been broken for weeks without being fixed, and I worried that if I didn't address the problem in the day time, I'd have problems AGAIN at night. I wanted to avoid the stress that I had a few weeks ago. I was already a bit on edge and stressed because of the State's response to my appeals, that were filed on the 6th - any more stress would potentially send me into a spiral of depression.

I thought the day time guard was a decent enough guy, so I ran the situation by him; I asked him to check out 64 cell and see if 1) it was black tagged or not, and 2) to please check the cell and make sure everything worked and it was in good shape, if it wasn't black tagged. He said he would.

A few hours pass, and I ask him what the deal is...He told me, "Everything is great in there; everything works, and it's not black tagged." I was like, "cool...appreciate it!" I packed up my things and waited on second shift to come on and get the moves started. At the same time, I had this strange feeling that maybe I should have second shift check the cell again, just in case something wasn't quite right. Over the years I've learned (from many move cycles) that once that door closes behind you in a cell, it takes an act of congress to get moved out of it again! You're in a much better position to negotiate a move to a different cell if you just don't go to the cell you know isn't working...That's not to say that some officers won't still try to force you into a broken cell - like the one who recently tried to force me into 8 cell...So, the odds are in your favour if you're proactive to begin with.  

Second shift came on, and we had a really decent crew. One guard in particular, a Nigerian dude, is super kind, professional, and a genuinely good person. He'd given me an extra cinnamon roll breakfast tray just a couple of weeks ago, and he treats everyone the same - even the asshole inmates. So, he passes by my cell, and I say to him, "Check it out...they're going to be moving me to 64 cell. When you pass by that cell, will you please check it out and make sure everything works? The day time officer told me everything is good, and while I have no reason to not believe him, I just want to be on the safe side. You know how it is once you get stuck in a bad cell". He told me would check it out, and so I waited. Well...things went pear shaped fast! Before he could check the cell, he was called off the pod and asked to go and help with the shake-downs on B-pod. Another move crew came in and began moving us to E-section. I asked the guard if the cell was cool and he said "yes". Again, I had no reason to not believe him. I moved to 64 cell, had the handcuffs removed, checked the toilet, and...

THE BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP THING DIDN'T WORK!!!!!!!

I yelled back to the guard. "Hey! Hey! Man!!! This toilet doesn't work! You just told me everything worked!" He came back and said, "It doesn't work? I thought it did".
"You thought it did? You told me you checked it!" I said. In my head I'm telling myself to calm down, and kept repeating, "Serenity now! Serenity now!" from an old Seinfeld episode.  

He told me he'd notify rank, and walked off...

At this point I'm tired, frustrated...I keep telling myself to breathe...When the officer comes back, he'll get it sorted out for me...I don't even bother unpacking because I am NOT staying in that cell!

An hour passes and the Nigerian dude comes back around 10.30-ish pm. I tell him the situation and he begins to apologize. He didn't have a chance to check the cell because he had to leave the pod...I said, "Look, it's not your fault. Your fellow officers lied to me; you did nothing wrong. All I'm asking you is to please get me out of this cell". He looked me right in the eye and said, "Halprin, I will have you moved in a minute. I promise".

I'm assuming he immediately got in touch with a ranking officer because about 10 minutes later, he came back with another officer, and I was moved right out of that cell and to 57 cell downstairs. I thanked him a thousand times, and a crisis was averted. I'm actually thinking of writing a grievance because whoever is doing these moves in the main office, is not logging cells as "broken". It's really crazy. They used to stay on top of things like that, but whoever took over doing the moves on the computer is either really bad at their job, or just doesn't care. Not every inmate is as calm as I am in this situatiion; some would have blown a fuse, and things would turn much uglier...But something needs to change about this because it happens ALL OF THE TIME with us guys on c-pod. I'm sure it happens on other pods as well.

Anyway, 57 cell is much better...Geeze, 64 cell looked like something out of a horror movie. It was filthy! Dead bugs everywhere, spider webs, some kind of mildewey fungus/mold on the walls - it had been THAT long since someone lived in it! I had the heebie jeebies, and I wasn't even in that cell for very long. Had the toilet worked, and I ended up staying there, it would have taken me a whole day just to scrub it down...And I hate bugs - spiders especially! I would've been screaming "ahhh!" all night long...

Thank G-d for good people.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace!



July 15th, 2018

It's early Sunday morning as I type this up, and I'm listening to the news and getting things in order for our potential shake down tomorrow. I thought they'd have us done by now, but they stopped shaking down on Thursday, and when they picked it back up again on Friday, they only did half of that pod (E-Pod, I believe) and finished them up on Saturday. They've stopped for today, so our guess is they'll be over here bright and early Monday morning. Now, the question and speculation is where on C-Pod will they begin? A section or E section? F section is completely empty as they had shifted us over to E section when they replaced the shower doors. Either way, I think we're in a good position because when they shake down early in the mornings, the guards are still zombies, and in that "I don't give a crap" mode, just kind of half assing everything. If they do E-section late in the evening, they just want to get everything finished with and kind of hurry through everything. It's midday where things gets chaotic, and the guards are wide awake and tearing through the place like a Tazmanian devil on looney tunes!

The past week wasn't that bad. I've managed to catch up on a lot of reading, and while I've not done much in terms of writing anything, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly prompted by the State's response to our application for a Certificate of Appealability...It's never easy reading nasty things written about oneself, and the State's impression of you...I just tell myself they're wrong, that the overwhelming facts support my side of the story, and while I don't know how all of that shakes out in Constitutional Law (Justice Scalia infamously once said that the constitution doesn't protect the innocent, because if you've had a fair trial, innocence doesn't really matter...to paraphrase) we'll see what happens. Hope and faith...that's what I have right now.

This week I am going to make more of an effort to do some writing. I have a couple of ideas I want to do for my memoir section that I think will be pretty fun. It's been inspired by all of these "Things to do before you die" books that have been popping up, and I thought it would be fun/cool to do a must watch movie list from my perspective, sharing little memories and why they're important to me. I'm also going to do one relating to music...It should be cool! Keep your eyes opened for that!

Well, prayers and hope are still needed, so thanks to everyone who has been throwing them my way. It means more than you'll ever know!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 16th, 2018

Raisins + prunes + peanut butter and jelly...catastrophy of gastronomical proportions!...Ugh! Anyone have any Pepto-Bismol???

So, we've officially been on lock-down for a week, today. I was certain that we'd have our big "shake-down" today as they had started on A-section early this morning, at around 6.30am. I was all ready at 5.30am for a shower, but the guards said they weren't doing any showers as they want us in our cells. As it turns out, almost no one came to work today so they had ONE sergeant doing the shake down by himself (14 cells total) and he said, "screw that" and told the guards to put everybody back in their calls and just do the showers. They weren't going to work his ass to death, on his own...

I am now assuming that they're not going to do anymore until tomorrow, but that might not happen because there's a scheduled execution. That could slow everything down because they like to have extra man power to handle any situation should the condemned put up a fight, or family members/friends go crazy out at visit...Guess we'll just have to see. I hate being in this holding pattern though, 'cause you just want to get it over with and can't really live "normally" because half of your stuff is piled up and ready to be packed into the red crate they make us put all of our belongings into. First world problems, I guess.

Something interesting has developed concerning the scheduled execution...and I think it'll test my theory on the white privilege thing with Thomas Whittaker, and a poor minority...So, Christopher Young, the guy scheduled to be executed, is seeking clemency (as do most people back here) but the twist is that apparently the victim's family has been openly telling the prosecutors and the State that they don't want him executed. Where do you think Greg Abbott will fall on this? One of the arguments that pro-death penalty supporters make for the death penalty, is closure for the victims' families...but if the family doesn't want it, what then? Are you doing it for the victim's family? For closure? Or does it just then become a blatant act of revenge by the State? I suppose we'll find out tomorrow.

This day is kind of going by quickly. I've been working on something new for my memoir section that I hope will be finished by next week. I'm writing ten parts each day...Stay tuned!

Courage. Strength, Hope and Faith!

Peace!



July 17th, 2018

What a mess of a day!...It actually kind of started last night when they moved a guy upstairs into 64 cell. Now, if you remember, just last week they tried to put me in that cell and the toilet was broken? Although before they moved the guy in there, they had maintenance go in and "fix" the toilet. I heard him banging around in the pipe chase, and causing quite the ruckass, so when he popped back up and said, "Everything is fixed! You're good to go" to the guard, we all assumed it was fixed. They moved the guy in there and he settles himself in, checks everything, and the next thing we hear is, "Hey! Hey Officers!!! The toilet doesn't work!!!" I just shook my head. To add insult to his injury, they just took him out of 8 cell - THE BEAST - after telling him that it was fixed (it wasn't). Maintenance shows back up, bangs around, and once again tells him, "You're good to go!" When we didn't hear anything else the rest of the night, I assumed things were finally fixed.

Breakfast gets passed out in sacks at about 3 in the morning...I crawled out of bed, grabbed the sack off my food slot, and throw it in my locker...Crawl back into bed, and sleep until 6.30am. Now, here's where things get interesting...I sleep with a sock over my eyes, and ear plugs in my ears, so, when I woke up I pop the ear plugs out and I hear the pattering of water somewhere. It's hitting so hard and loud that I think it's raining hard and slamming agsinst my window. I take the sock off of my eyes and see water all over my floor, and a cascade of water flowing like Niagra Falls, out of...MY AIR VENT!!! I'm like, WTF?!?!?!? I jumped out of bed, splashed in all of the water on my floor, and see that much of what I had piled in stacks ready for the shakedown - books, legal work, a pad of paper and magazines I had received the night before - is all soaked in water! I freak out and start hurriedly picking things up off the ground, and then I ran to the door and screamed, "LOOK OUT OFFICERS!!! I HAVE AN EMERGENCY IN 57 CELL!!!" A few other guys help me yell, and try to get the guard's attention, but no one comes until a little after 7am. Now, if I was dying, I would be already been dead with rigor mortis setting in by the time they came, but thank G-d it was just water...

A guard comes through doing a security check and I say, "Do y'all just not care when a person screams 'emergency'? Are you trained to ignore us?" She looks down and sees the tidal wave of water heading out the bottom of the cell door, and I said, "I've got water pouring from my vent!" Apparently the maintenance guy broke a pipe whilst attempting to fix the toilet, and it took about an hour to get everything under control and properly fixed by a more professional crew. By that time I've got water up to my ankles and I'm wading around in it. I was just soooooo pissed! I dried out what I could and threw everything else out: books, comics, magazines, and some paper and envelopes. It was a mess!...But not surprising. I just wonder why it always happens to me? ha ha.

On a sad note, according to the latest news report, it looks like today's execution is going to go through. I mean, anything can still happen, but the Clemency thing is out the window, which sort of proves my theory about white privilege, wealth and influence...Today, it's a poor black man whose victims have pleaded with the State to halt the execution, and don't want it carried out in their names...But the board seems not to care about that. Maybe there are unseen reasons and I'm completely wrong...I think it just looks bad though. I mean, do these victims not get to have their voice heard? Or is the State just hell bent on revenge? Again, the whole freakin' death penalty is a sham...the whole stinking operation.

So, we remain in this holding pattern, waiting to have our shake-down, and nothing is happening...They've had C-pod like this for two days now, and I really just want to get it over with. There's no way we'll be off lock-down before Monday now...Sigh...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 18th, 2018

Wednesday...We're still in this holding pattern on C-pod. We've gotten our showers for the day, but when asked if they were going to finish shaking down this pod, the guards were like, "Don't know...", and it's getting to the point of being very frustrating. We've all had our stuff packed up/piled up since Monday morning, and we haven't had clean laundry since Friday because the pod is blocked off due to its being "in the process" of going through the shake-down. But nothing is getting done. Granted, it's only 9.44am at the time of me writing this, so I guess they could start/finish today, if they really wanted to, but that remains to be seen.

So, the execution yesterday went through, and from what I heard on the news this morning, the victim's family is really upset at the State and the AG's office (Attorney General) for not only ignoring their pleas, but for being very hostile and dismissive towards them. So much for victim's rights, huh? Typical of Texas. I was recently reminded in a letter, of an old journal entry in which I quoted my dearly departed mentor and friend, David, and he had written:

"What's really ironic is that their fervor allows them to forget the most important teachings of Christ, about whom many also claim to be passionate. The disconnect between these two separate beliefs in Texas is so great, that it borders on schizophrenia...". Leave it to David to be so succinct!

Anyway, yesterday I listened to the Execution Watch program on KPFT - a program that is supposed to educate people on the death penalty, and how it is applied in Texas. It's only broadcast on nights where executions are taking place, and to be honest, since it's inception some many years ago, the show was never well produced, but it has gone from bad to worse and seems to be more about bashing the condemned, than education and reform. Sure, Ray Hill is legendary in his activism and outreach for prisoners, but it is surprising that on a proud, left-leaning radio station, we hear a group of people (outside of Ray Hill, and one other attorney who regularly defends the condemned) make the case for why a person SHOULD be executed...When you start the show by giving a history of the person's case and say, "This is a really bad guy..." and then go on to disparage him, even when mitigating factors are brought up...Then you have an attorney say, "Blah, blah, blah...people need to stop blaming their backgrounds and take responsibility..." the program's mission statement is lost.  

You are neither educating nor reforming. Ray Hill, bless his heart, is not good at guiding the direction of the program, and the show often devolves into a mess of personal opinions, tangents, and digression. It's time for the show to end, and if anyone out there who listens to this program agrees with me, I highly suggest you call the station manager on 713 526 4000, extension 310, and state your reasons why this program should end. It's doing more harm than good.

On another note, and anyone who has read and kept up with my journals over the years will know how strongly I feel about this subject...The so-called "anti-death penalty" groups out there, and the many missed opportunities there have been for educating people...

Many of these groups are very cliquey, and very mean towards those who are new to the movement, and/or are genuinely curious about why a person should be against the death penalty. I know that in this day of "everyone has an opinion and wants it to be heard", and the 24 hour news cycles that we live in, it so often seems that no one is actually and actively listening, or even wants to listen. I truly believe that people just need to be educated and SHOWN why they should change their opinions. But few are making the case...Few are truly reaching out, being patient, or guiding people. If a person shows up to a Facebook page or forum, who is either new or relatively new to any group or movement, and asks an innocent question like, "Well...what did he do?", and you instantly attack that person, scream, and run them off the page, you've missed a golden opportunity to educate someone and bring them into the fold. They run off thinking, "These people are freaking nuts!" and they will tell OTHERS to stay away! If a person asks, "Well, what did they do?", your reply should be...calmly, "It doesn't matter what the person did...as abolitionists, it's not our duty to judge. People make mistakes, people change. Those executed are often not the same person who committed the crime, and this is one of the reaons we feel the death penalty should end...". Nobody wants to be screamed at and run off of a page or a group before they got to learn about anything! Stop screaming!! (I just yelled that, I'm sorry :-) ha ha). Start listening...Start talking and reaching out...Start educating...Things aren't going to change until that begins to happen.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



July 19th, 2018

Well, that's all over with! Now we sit, stuck in our cells, waiting for the lock-down to end. Hopefully, by the end of the weekend...

By "that's all over" I mean the shake-down that happened yesterday...It was beginning to look like another day wasted with nothing done, when at about 1pm, a gaggle of officers poured in to shake down C-section. I'm on E-section, and we still didn't have our red crates - the thing that ALL of our personal property has to fit into. I had a stack of books and Star Wars related material that I was going to donate to the library, and thankfully was not destroyed by the flood that happened to me earlier this week. So, donating that stuff helped me with saving some space...Everything was ready to roll...

They breezed through C-section in about an hour, and on to D-section...they spent about an hour on D-section, then the officers came to our section to pass out the red crates for us. We all hurriedly packed our things and were ready to roll when at a little after 3pm, the guards just stopped...Stopped cold in their tracks, and the sergeant yelled to the officers, "Okay, I think we're good for the day. One section left and we'll let night shift do it!" A guy on my section yelled out, "Are you kiddn' me? Y'all have done enough? You got one more section to go and don't get off of work 'til 5.30pm!"

But the guards didn't care. As soon as the sergeant said they could leave, they got off of the pod faster than Speedy Gonzales from Looney Tunes.

And so we waited on second shift...

Second shift came, and the guards were pissed off that first shift didn't finish their work which never bodes well for the inmates, because they just take their anger out on us, and we were all thinking we were screwed. It was going to be a blood bath for us! And so we waited and waited, dreading what was to come, when at 7pm the guards came pouring in like Army Ants!! They strip searched us, took us out to a metal detector, ran us through it, and then put us in empty cells on F-section. We waited for about an hour, and then they came back to get us, ran a metal detector wand over our bodies, and then brought us back to our cells.

Now, when I got back to my cell the first thing I look at is my desk where my radio sits along with my lamp etc. We don't have to put electronics in the crate, so what I usually do is turn the radio on with some music playing, and leave my cell. I haven't seen an officer take a radio in a very long time, but you just never know...It was there when I got back to my cell, although the station had been changed to some god awful pop station! I guess they weren't *feeling* The Spot - an '80s/'90s station that I mostly listen to these days, 'cause everything else is crap!

Anyway, I noticed that everything - and I mean everything - in my cell was neatly stacked in piles on the bunk frame. So, once the hand cuffs were removed, I began to look through everything and see if anything was missing. Nope. It was all good.

So, really, it wasn't that bad. I didn't lose anything at all, and they treated my cell with a bit of respect, which is not a guarantee and often looks like a tornado ripped through the place...And even more surprisingly, the guards passed out mail before 10pm!

The wait sucked, and it was stressful, but once it was done it was a relief. Just one more pod to go (A-Pod) and the lock-down should be over with!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 20th, 2018

Well, it doesn't look like they're going to finish up shaking down A-Pod today, which means we'll most definitely be on lock-down until Monday, at the very least. What I find strange about all of this is how each lock-down seems to get progressively longer. This is only conjecture on my part, but it seems that these things are starting to become week long breaks of "vacations" for the officers, because they litterally don't have to do anything except pass out sack lunches and take us to the shower three times a week. They get to sit around the rest of the time. There was a time when we'd have these once-every-90-days lock-downs that would be over in a week.

Maybe it sounds like complaining, and yeah, it is, but it's hard for anyone on the outside to know what it's like to be stuck inside of a small cell with no access to anything whatsoever - not even a hot meal - for weeks on end. I have a strong mind and resolve, so it would be very difficult for this kind of environment - or any environment for that matter - to break me. I'm fortunate that I have an active mind; I'm fortunate that I have friends to write to and books to read, but not everyone has that.  Not everyone can adapt or hold onto their mental wherewithal, and I've watched over the years as men crumble like pieces of clay as they succumb to this place...That is the essence of my complaints.

Speaking of mental wherewithal...I have a growing problem with our psyche department. I don't know if anyone who keeps up with the death penalty news or execution dates has noticed the MANY mentally ill/disabled men, losing their appeals and ending up on the execution list...It really is frightening, and it makes me wonder what kind of reports the psychiatric department is writing when they "check up" on guys. All we ever see is the MHMR lady come to a cell and say, "You okay in there?" before checking off something on her clip board, and moving on to the next cell. I didn't know that qualified as a psychiatric check up. There is NO WAY that in that amount of time she can assess someone's state of mind. No more than 20 seconds is all she spends at each cell door...That's no exaggeration or embellisment!

So, when you look at the execution list, you'll see the names of guys who are legitimately mentally ill; there is no way in the world that men like Rockwell or Kemp should even be on death row...Shit is getting real here, and fast! I don't know how many more times we can beg for people to step up their efforts to educate and inform people, and their activism to end the death penalty.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 22nd, 2018

I don't know what happened on Friday afternoon, but the air on C-Pod went from arctic to mildly cool. It was 100 degrees that day, and I'm no AC expert, but I knew something had to be up with the system. We'd heard reports that other pods were blazing, and to the rank's credit, they were handing out ice, and iced water, every few hours...Anyway, on C-Pod, we were okay, but on Saturday, it got even warmer...Something was clearly wrong with the AC system, and by Saturday evening it was blazing, and I mean BLAZING HOT!

I always sleep with my fan on, but by the middle of the night, I had turned it up on high and kicked off the sheet I was covered with. Today, it's no cooler, so the AC needs to be fixed...Again! It's nuts how many times it breaks down, but hopefully, they'll get it fixed on Monday.

I'm not sure if we'll be off lock-down tomorrow, or not. One of the guards said they did finish A-Pod, but they were working on 11 building and 10 building today, and that should be it. We're still getting sack lunches though, so that means the lock-down is still in effect. Maybe we'll get a hot meal sometime today...I sure do hope so!

I'm really hoping for some recreation time tomorrow. I need to have a proper jog, and just get some good exercise. I woke up with a lot of energy this morning, surprisingly, so I decided to go ahead and work out in my cell anyway. Then I cleaned my cell, and took a bird bath in my sink. I'm sitting uder my fan as I type this; I was listening to Star Wars but I needed to get this typed out and work on my movie list, and then I can plug my radio back in. We've only got two outlets...

Well, that's another weekend over and done with!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



**Warning...Contains some bad language**

July 23rd, 2018

Finally...We're off lock-down. I had a feeling when, for breakfast, we had a hot meal of eggs and biscuits, and not the usual sack meals we get during lock-downs. I ended up going to recreation 1st round, and it was just nice to finally get out of the cell - even if it was really hot this morning and I had to exercise. I think they're working on the air now, and that's a relief because I heard on the news that the high was going to be in the 100s again...It's insane! But hey, that's Texas.

Remember when I talked about how inadequate the psych department is here? Well, this morning one of the mental health "Doctors" was making her rounds, and she stopped off at this guy's cell on our row - a guy who is actually mentally ill, and in need of proper care. He lives in filth, and we often have to get onto the guards because they don't make him shower, and then it starts to smell like road kill down here amongst the cells. I suppose the irony is the guards take his shower time away from him because he's too doped up and can't function well enough to know it's "shower time", then they complain about "how nasty he is...".  

So, this "Doctor" goes up to his cell and knocks on his door, then jumps back about 5 feet because it stinks...She then has the nerve - the freakin' nerve! - to say, "Everything good in there? You doin' okay?" My neighbour blew a gasket, and yelled out, "Apparently not! You just jumped back 5 feet because he smells like shit, and you ask if he's okay? What the hell is wrong with you people?!?" I think he scared the lady because she clenched her clip board tightly, and got off the section fast...But I mean, geeze, he was absolutely correct. All this "Doctor" was doing is marking off her clip board, and not really trying to address the problem that this man obviously has. He smells like feces...Obviously he's NOT okay. It's a joke!

What really bothers me is that with all of the advances in science, and being in the 21st century, we really should be able to understand mental health issues, and take them more seriously. It's like we're still stuck in that "pray it away" mindset, and people don't think it's a serious problem. Well, it is, and we still haven't pulled our heads out of our asses! I have a theory on why a lot of people don't take it seriously, and it's this: if we start attributing many of our problems and decisions on our mental faculties and neural cognizance, then it begins to cast doubt on things like religion and free will...And so we're stuck in this circular thinking process and it's like...Come on people! We've got the tools...Science and technology...We can probably fix it now and we choose not to, because why? I don't get it...

Other than that, the day has been kind of "blah" - another typical Monday. I was just happy to get out of the cell for a while. It seems I spoke too soon about the AC being fixed...It wasn't...And it's just hotter than it was before!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



July 24th, 2018

At the time of writing this, it appears they've got the AC sorted out, because it's really cold. I was thinking yesterday about the guys in general population, and it made me feel really bad for them because the buildings out there have no AC at all. It's pretty crazy. I guess the justification over the years has been that because they can "open their windows" they don't need AC, well...if you've ever seen those "windows", they are basically little rectangular slits in the concrete! They make no difference to the temperature, especially when it's 100 degrees outside. The day rooms are worse...They've got huge factory fans there, but it just turns the dayrooms/buildings into a giant convection oven. In the last couple of years there were several law suits filed against the TDCJ, with successful settlements, and I think Texas will eventually be forced to convert their prisons to air conditioning. There's a lengthy article about it in the July 2018 issue of Prison Legal News...If you want to check it out, you'll find it at prisonlegalnews.org, titled "Litigation Heats Up Over Extreme Temperatures In Prisons and Jails", and it was written by Matt Clarke and Christopher Zoukis...My Webmaster has posted a link to the article under "News Article Links", which is under the **News** tab on the website.

It's been a pretty slow day today; I went out to recreation first round, came back in, and I'm now just trying to keep busy...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 25th, 2018

Sometime in the afternoon, the air petered out again yesterday, but this morning it was back to being cold, and has stayed that way since...I went to recreation 2nd round, in the F-section day room (F-section is completely enpty) and I had a great workout! I wasn't bothered or interrupted by anyone, and could just think as I was exercising. It felt pretty good. I like when it's peaceful and quiet, and I can think...

It's really been one of those ho-hum kind of days.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



July 26th, 2018

You know, this month has just flown by...I mean, I look up at the calendar, and I see the date, and I'm like, "wow!"...crazy! And while waiting on the courts to see what happens next can be stressful, I do have some wonderful things to look forward to in coming months.  

As I write this, I'm waiting to find out when I'm going to recreation. It's going to be one of those long days, and just...well, you just have to roll with it.

Today, I want to write about how I'm feeling, and to show my appreciation to my friends who have stuck by my side, through thick and thin...It means more than they could ever know. But I really want to thank someone extremely special, and who I am just enjoying so much, and who makes me the happiest I've felt in a very long time...For a while I'd been looking, but not looking, if that makes sense. And in my non-search I'm sure I've inadvertently hurt a couple of people, which I am sorry for...But there was nothing that could "fill" that emptiness I had inside, and I've written about it often over time. I just felt like I was always missing something, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, last year, I made a friend who forever changed me, and it's one of those "once in a lifetime" things...Yes, I've made friends before, and yes, some of them I've become extremely close to and would literally give up anything for them, if it meant them having a safe and wonderful life...but this...it's like my heart could explode! My drive is back, my creativity is at an all time high, and my brain is constantly firing on all cylinders! Sure, there are sluggish days and depressed days - I'm locked in a cell for 22 hours out of the day for crying out loud! But to have someone encourage me and support me the way she does, and to kick around ideas on projects...I've never experienced that with anyone before. And as well as that, to be able to contribute to THEIR own creativity and dreams, is something I've never experienced before, and it's wonderfully fulfilling! It's like my heart is full all of the time. I've described myself doing the "Snoopy Dance" - you know, where he's got his head in the air and his feet are flying away...That's me on a regular basis. And it's not just the support of that person, but the support of all of her friends too? It's pretty amazing, and it's changed me in a very profound way...It's a wonderful journey. Nothing is ever 100% perfect all of the time, but that's part of life. You can drive half way across the country to reach your destination, and you're bound to have a flat tyre, or some other issue pop up. But you're still happy when you reach that destination.

I just wanted to show my gratitude, and let that person know that they are "everything..."

Courage. Strength, Faith and Hope...

Peace.



July 30th, 2018

This place just can't seem to get the AC worked out. I was writing in a letter earlier today, that either someone is messing with the thermostat constantly, or maintenance just doesn't know what they're doing...or it could be a combination of both. It was nice and cool in the cells over the weekend, and all the way until morning. Then around 6am, everything got wonky and stuffy.

They've been passing out iced water quite frequently, which has been nice, and up until last night there hadn't been any problem with officers giving the 2 cups of eight ounces we're supposed to receive by policy. Now, some guards have been really cool about guys getting even more than that, or filling up their bowls with ice or iced water, so that they can cool their sodas down or whatever - and nothing beats an ice cold V-8 juice! I'm just sayin'...As my girl says, "It's the dog's!" Anyway, none of the guards have been pissy about it at all, until this hot shot guard comes in and he's passing out water (to give you an indication of his personality, he's got the word "Carnage" tatooed on his forearm...) and starts yelling, "One cup of water! That's all you're getting". At first, the other officer isn't saying anything...Then this one guy down the run starts yelling at the officer and saying, "We get two cups. Policy says we get two!" And they start screaming at each other back and forth until the other officer says, "The offender is right; policy says we're supposed to give them two cups of water." But the guard refuses to give in and gives his c-worker a look of disgust, like, "How dare you take their side!" I'm sitting in my cell thinking, "Geeze, it's ONLY water..." Like, did we suddenly become like Mad Max, and water is precious, and everyone is fighting over the last drop?

What really got to me was that look the officer gave the other...and I don't understand why some people have that mentality when someone else is doing the right thing...they see it as a betrayal, even if they're in the wrong and KNOW they're in the wrong. Some of the officer's hats have "We take care of our own" on the back, and they are usually the ones who have that kind of attitude. It's a dangerous attitude to have in prison, and I hate making this comparison, but it's no different than Nazi Germany..."You're going to do what I tell you to do, even if it's morally questionable. You wouldn't take the side of an ANIMAL would you?"...But not speaking up makes you equally culpable.

This weekend, otherwise, was quiet and peaceful. I just can't believe this month is already coming to an end.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



August 6th, 2018

I didn't write anything in the past week because I really didn't have much to say. I'm back at it this week though, and I'm feeling good, even if today was a bit on the chaotic side. This place never ceases to amaze me, and make me shake my head...

It actually started last night when they moved all of the guys off of A Pod, F-Section. Now, F-Section for A-Pod is known as the "cripple" section, because several of the guys who have lived on that section for over a decade(!) are in wheelchairs, have walkers, or have other medical conditions which are serious. The showers on F-Section are also equipped for those guys who are disabled (even though they do still have to step over a large chunk of concrete to get in the shower). There are hand rails, and a nifty little bench, as well as a lower shower head for those sitting on the bench. I've actually showered in it before, and thinking it would be cool to have two shower heads run at the same time, pressed the buttons, and the lower shower head hit me right in the nuts!...Never did that again! And I have never had the mettle to sit on the little bench, because my bare butt cheeks are not going to share the same space that another pair of warm, wet cheeks have sat on...just saying...

Anyway, they're installing new shower doors, and someone decided that it would be a great idea to move those guys all the way to C-Pod, even though B-Pod has TWO empty sections, and is directly across the hall from A-Pod! Now, as if that wasn't bad enough, they have to trek all the way up the hall - one inmate at a time - to let the cripples (please don't be offended by that term...they call themselves by that word, and it is actually a term of endearment in this place...freakin' cripples...) use the handicap equipped showers. Brilliant!

Having the 14 extra guys here - even if only temporary - has sent the guards into a tizzy! Thankfully, they sent some other guards to help out, or else it would've been really bad!

I was fortunate though; I was able to spend some time outside today with one of my closest friends who I haven't seen since before Thanksgiving of last year. He has heart problems, and that is why he lives on the cripple section. He was telling me that he has just had a stent put into his heart, and even though he was shackled up the entire time he was in the hospital, he did get to watch a few days of tv, and saw a bunch of cool movies. I was happy to hear that. He said that one of the strangest things about watching tv after not seeing it for 18 years, was having his eyes catch up with how fast the images were. He'd have to close his eyes sometimes and just listen to it. It was also strange for him to actually see movies that he had only ever listened to on his radio before, and the images he made up in his imagination were quite different from the actual images, which was a strange feeling for him...Like being blind all your life, and seeing for the first time.

In other news, we've got a new warden back here. It seems like we have a new guy every year...Well, this guy is a particular hardass, and has already been stirring the pot with inmates and officers alike. He's ordered guards to write bogus cases (one guy was shaving and he ordered the officer to write him up for being "out of compliance" for having a beard with no pass...even though the inmate was in the process of shaving the stubble off!) and I guess the place is just too peaceful for him. We've had relatively little dust ups over the past couple of years because whilst you'll always have some officers who get off on stirring up trouble, but for the most part the ranking officers and wardens had been staying out of the way. To be continued...I don't see him lasting that long...They never really do.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



August 7th, 2018

I've noticed a weird phenomenon back here; in the past couple of days, and due to the moves from A-Pod to C-Pod F-Section, I've been talking to guys who I've not seen in almost a year, and as I was talking to a guy earlier, it dawned on me that our conversation pretty much took off from where we left a year ago. It kind of freaked me out when I realised that we both (and others talking to one another) were talking as if no time lapse existed. As if the moment I left A-Pod last year, froze in time.

It isn't like being away from friends in the world, or family, and reconnecting with them for some kind of holiday or gathering. When you do that, you've got milestones in your life to talk about. Things to brag about...a life to share. Here, we've nothing...And so conversations freeze in time, and you just pick back up from where you left off...Really strange!

Today has been okay...I woke up at about 6.30am, and went outside a little after 8 in the morning. It felt great outside and while it was hot and humid, I loved seeing the morning blue sky. A flock of white herons even passed over us, which is really cool to see. I've been noticing more and more of them lately. Polunsky Unit must be some good eatin' for insects because they land here often by the dozens. Maybe word is getting out to their other comrads. I think they're beautiful birds, and their walk is just sooooo funny!

It's just been one of those coasting days. The guards aren't bad, and things are just moving along...

Courage. Strength. Faith and Hope!

Peace.



** Warning...Contains strong language**

August 8th, 2018

Man...at some point they've got to move me off this pod! The negativity amongst some of these dudes is like an open, festering wound, and ever since they moved the guys from F-Section A-Pod over here (and they're here to stay) it's only gotten worse for several reasons: Now C-Pod is filled up completely, and where rec. used to be done in 4 rounds, it's not jumped to 6 rounds of recreation. Guys set up for second shift were screwed - well, not all, but a handful - out of their recreation because the guards have to shut everything down before 10.30pm. They didn't get 5th round out until close to 8pm, and it was just a royal mess...But that is only part of the problem. A couple of the guys they moved from A-Pod are notorious shit starters, and it started up today...We'd been relatively peaceful and drama free, but as soon as they started up...And when you couple that with some of the guys over here who are sooooo freakin' negative, but were being calm...things erupted, like someone threw gasoline on a pile of smouldering ashes. It just blew up. I'm trying really hard to not let it get to me today...but I'm already irritated because it is looking more and more like I'm the one who is going to get screwed out of recreation tonight. It's already 1.19pm and I'm not even scheduled for recreation...Sigh!

On a more positive note, this guy they call "Old School" came to our section last night, and was telling everyone it was his birthday. Some people don't like him because he can be a bit grumpy, but he makes me laugh, and I can do a spot on impression of him that makes other people laugh. So, he's in the dayroom and says, "I'm 59 today!" And I said, "59??? Well, that's cause for a celebration! I'm going to make you something to eat." I cooked up a quick batch of tacos for him and sent them to him while he was in the dayroom. He ate them so fast I thought he was going to choke on them...I was saying, "Dude...damn Old School! Slow down and enjoy them." And his reply was sooooo funny...He got really serious and said, "I am mother fucking enjoying them. If I wasn't, I'd have spit that shit out!" I couldn't help but laugh! He is known for speaking what is on his mind, and so who am I to argue with him? ha ha.

Earlier, I was listening to AFR, and they shot my blood pressure up...I've really got to stop listening to that station! They were on the gun debate, and mental health care access, and the host made the comment "If liberals cared about mental health, they wouldn't block legislation that would allow homosexuals to receive psychiatric care to help them get over being gay!" I almost started cussing at the radio because I am thinking, is she really equating being gay with mental illness? Wow!...Ignorance has no boundaries, I suppose.

Otherwise, I'm holding up!...Got to stay focused. As Qui Gon Jin said in the "Phantom Menace"..."Your focus determines your reality".

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



August 22nd, 2018

Woo hoo! Cool air!!! I can finally focus, and get back to work...The air went out last week, and it seemed to get progressively hotter as the time passed. We're in the  midst of another heat wave...Thankfully, yesterday afternoon, the air (slowly) kicked back in. It was insane!...Right now, it once again feels like a meat locker, and I love it!

There comes a point when the heat gets so stiffling that you cannot focus on anything else. It's just this feeling of...misery! I honestly don't know how they did it pre-air conditioning days. I suppose they were just really used to it, and because they knew nothing else, they dealt with it. We're just spoiled, whining bastards!

Not much has really been going on. Last Wednesday I wanted to write about the most insane fire drill I've ever witnessed, and I'll get to that in a minute, but for now...my mind is just thinking about my appeals and when the final response will be filed, and then...it is truly in the hands of fate. It could drop any time now and I'm just praying for mercy and a miracle. I really do thank everyone who has been sending love and positive thoughts my way...It means more than you'll ever know.

So, the fire drill...It was a little after 9pm on Wednesday night, when a sergeant, and a pretty plain clothes woman entered our section. Of course, everyone was like, "Who is that?", and there was the typical cat calls etc...but then, weirdly, they locked themselves in the day room. They both sat down at the table, and the lady began to jot notes down on a clip board. We assumed it was some kind of inspection which was kind of odd for so late at night.

Anyway, the sergeant pulled out his walkie-talkie and said, "Fire Drill! Fire Drill! C-Pod E-Section day room. Electrical fire! All available officers respond."

A couple of minutes later, a few guards show up, then a couple more. NONE of them are prepared! No fire extinguishers or anything. Meanwhile, the guard who is running the control center isn't even paying attention, so other guards are trying to get INTO the section, and they can't because he's not opening the gate! So, the sergeant who is locked in the day room is hollering, and trying to get his attention by yelling, "Fire! There's a fire!", and the officer is just spaced out, looking at the other side of the pod. Then, a woman sergeant shows up on the pod (the same one who wrote me up on a bogus case for a broken coax cable) and she's barking orders at the guards saying, "Get the fire hose! Get the fire hose!" A couple of guards run off the section to go to this little metal cabinet where the hose is housed. The sergeant in the day room is yelling, "No! It's an electrical fire. NO WATER! It's an ELECTRICAL FIRE!!!" but the female sergeant is steadily yelling, "Get the hose! Get the hose!"

The woman in the day room is just looking at them like, "You've got to be kidding me" and so I start yelling, "We're dead! We're all dead! We're burning up and crispy critters..." and someone else starts singing Johnny Cash's "Ring Of Fire".

This goes on for like 10 minutes, and I'm thinking, "What? Do they actually train these people?" They're just running around, no organisation whatsoever, no leadership, and not even the ranking officers know how to handle the situation. It's funny, and I was laughing my ass off, but if it had been a real and serious fire, we'd all be dead...and that's no joke!

Well, here's to getting things back on track and keeping positive, focused, and full of...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace!



August 23rd, 2018

This has not been one of the greatest days...I woke up feeling pretty good and pumped up that I would be getting outside to enjoy some quality sunshine! I was going to be playing some basketball with my neighbor; he's really, really good, and forces me to step up my game. His encouragement has improved my game ten fold, so I was looking forward to playing ball with him again. I've been playing basketball for 15 years now, and it just never gets old...I enjoy it so much.  

I started my day with writing and listening to the news, and then some music programs. Around 10am I stretched, got my bottle of water ready to go outside, and around 10.30am we headed out. It was hot, but the sun wasn't right over us quite yet, so we started playing. I come out really strong and win the first couple of games, but I feel the tendons in the back of my leg getting tight...I'm pretty good with pain and can block it out, so we continue to go at it...He starts winning and really just kicking my ass; it's getting hotter and I'm getting slower, and my leg is screaming at me! I don't want to be a guy who makes excuses as to why I can't win, so at 40 games we call it quits and he gave me a royal ass kicking with a score of 35-3 :-( Ugh...we laugh about it, talk for a while, and lay in the sun until the guards take us in at 1pm, and by then it was scorching. By that time I just wanted to rinse off and get under the air conditioning.  

As I'm entering our section, this guy down the run says, “Hey, Randy...the warden, Major, Captain, Lieutenant and Sergeant were all in your cell for about ten minutes!” I was like, “What?!?” Now, I know there's nothing to worry about, but I'm thinking, “why me?” By the time my cell door opens and I see the inside of my cell...my jaw just hits the floor! It was a mess. Things were strewn about everywhere! My lamp was on the floor, all of my electronics were unplugged, and clothes, books, and papers were everywhere. I really didn't understand it and the guard said, “Hey, your clothes line was up, you know?” I'm like, “Okay...so that's an excuse to tear the shit out of my cell?” I'm looking around my cell and I don't see anything missing, but it's like sheesh! The guard did make me laugh though...He said, “Dude, it could've been a lot worse you know? You're lucky the Warden is a huge Star Wars fan and saw all of your Star Wars stuff...” So, I was saved by Yoda!

Anyway, I cleaned everything up, washed my clothes, and took a bath in my sink...Then I took a long nap! I was mentally and physically exhausted. The only think that sucks right now is how sore my leg is, and I'm hobbling around like a cripple...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.  

Peace



August 26th, 2018

I live for the weekends...the peace and quiet after a week of non-stop noise and commotion. However, weekends can also be incredibly boring because the only thing we can leave our cells for is a shower, or if you're one of the fortunate ones, a Saturday night visit. This weekend has been another mind-numbingly boring one...but hey, at least it's been super quiet.

My neighbour was kind enough to give me a set of novels that all tie into the Alien movie series - a series I love tremendously - so I was eager to start reading them, and I've been doing that all weekend. I'm two books in!

I just heard on the news that there was another mass shooting in Florida, and it makes me shake my head...Hopefully young Florida voters will come out in November and elect people who will actually address the issue of guns instead of protecting special interest groups that care little about the constitution, and everything about money and power. I find it ironic that a lot of conservative politicians, pundits, and evangelicals, blame these shootings on the so-called fact that we no longer value life, but it's blaringly obvious that profit and politics have eclipsed the "value of life" that they claim to want to protect...Hypocrites - all of them!

Hopefully I'll have a week of inspirational writing...my brain is kind of stuck on pause, and focused on my court filings right now.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



**Warning: This entry contains foul and offensive language which I do NOT condone, but this is what happened...**

August 27th, 2018

I don't know what they put into the breakfast this morning, but this has been one of the craziest and most chaotic of days I've experienced in a long time. I woke up feeling pretty good, and looking forward to the end of the week as it's Labour Day Weekend, and the possibility of a really good meal is always something to look forward to in this place.  

So, I started my day off by getting everything in order for second round of recreation. I knew it was going to be a long day in the sense that nothing was going to get done with the two officers I noticed “working” on the pod. They weren't known for doing much, but they're not assholes like some, so I suppose it's the trade off for a shower later that evening...it happens! You take the good with the bad in a place like this.  

However, what I hadn't noticed is that we also had two training officers, and the two “senior” officers weren't training them! They were literally letting them do all of the work. They had no idea how to read a rec or shower sheet, which leaves them directionless if they can't do those simple things...That particular paper work tells the guards who is out at rec, those who have already been out to rec or have had a shower, and generally, where each inmate is at that rotation. Anyway, because these guards in training don't know what they're doing, inmates are getting frustrated – some are yelling at them, and they're scared and don't know what to do! I've seen a lot of crazy things in this place, but never something like this; it was on a par with the fire drill I witnessed last week.  

I finally made it out to recreation at about 9am. On the way out, I was going to kick out my laundry in front of my door to exchange for a clean towel and socks, but I was told it was a state holiday today and there wouldn't be any clean laundry.  I was like, “What holiday? It better not be one of those BS confederate celebrations!” TJ, a guy from down the run, told the guards it couldn't be a holiday because he had a legal visit scheduled for today – his attorneys told him so last week. The guards shrugged their shoulders, and taking their word for it, I kicked my laundry back into my cell.  

Out at rec I started exercising and I'm kind of getting a kick out of all of these guards running around like headless chickens! Apparently, the female officer is on some kind of meds and properly doped up because she kept nodding off at the control panel, and the only way the other guards could get the cell doors or other doors open was to scream at the top of their lungs. I even contributed with a, “Hey!!! PAAAAYYY ATTTEEENNNTTTIIIOOOONNN! FOCUS!!!” It was comical.  

An officer showed up with an ice bucket to pass out to everyone, and he saw the chaos and was like, “Hell no...this is insanity!” He left the pod and went to notify a sergeant. When the sergeant showed up I asked, “Hey, Sarge? What holiday is today 'cause the guards said there's no laundry.” He told me it was Lydon B Johnson's birthday...a Texas political giant who ushered in the civil rights bill as president (but also wouldn't get us out of the mess that Vietnam was, and actually escalated that war...) but he said there would be laundry anyway. I thought, “great...my crap is stuck in my cell now!”

The sergeant attempted to get things back under control on the pod, and had to call for another sergeant to come down as well. They were pissed...I'm watching, humorously, when an ongoing issue that has been building on my section boiled over between two dudes...This problem began when a white dude got mad at a black female officer on the 4th of July, because he didn't get a hot dog on his tray like everyone else. The female officer told him she didn't care, and he could stick the hot dog up his “white ass”...to which he replied, “Oh yeah? Fuck you ****** bitch”, using the “N” word, which quite understandably pissed off some of the black dudes on my section.  He said he wasn't directing it at THEM, only her, because she told him to stick the hot dog up his WHITE ass.  So, he felt that opened the door for him to say what he said to her. I told him he didn't have to use that particular word - it really is the most offensive of words. To the dude's credit, he apologised to everyone, and emphasised it wasn't directed at them. But...they still took if offensively, and refused to pass anything he was sending to other people. I told him that in light of using that word, he would have to respect and accept the consequences.  

Well, a couple of weeks ago one of the black guys came to our dayroom and was going off on one of the guards, and called him a “bitch ass white boy,” and this set off the guy who had used the racial slur back on 4th of July...The black dude said he wasn't directing it at him, but since he jumped in the car he called him a bitch ass white boy as well. This provoked the other guy and he said, “If I'm a bitch ass white boy, you're a bitch ass black boy.” (See how childish this is??)

Fast forward to today...The white guy was in F-section and some of the guys over here asked me if I'd see if this dude they call “Ippy” had any 'crack bars' – a crack bar is a homemade chocolate candy concoction that is admittedly delicious, and will have you hooked like you're on crack...I said, “You know, dude is over there...” There was a silence and then one of the black dudes said, “Ho ass mother fucker...” Well, white dude heard him and yelled back over, “Fuck you bitch!” I had enough...I said, “It's bad enough we all have to fight the State just to try and freakin' live! We're fighting for our lives! And you guys are getting into it over childish shit! You are all acting like kids. Dude over there was wrong for using the “N” word. You are wring for calling him a “white boy”. This tit for tat shit is going to solve nothing. Okay, feelings were hurt...It's in the past. What are y'all going to do now? Fighting like kids is going to accomplish nothing. Y'all get along, or ignore each other. Simple as that. If y'all don't want to fuck with each other, then ignore each other. But stop with the insults...It's over...”

After that, nothing was said and I went back to working out. My neighbor opted out of rec today and said to me, “I'm glad I didn't go! Better you than me!” I just shook my head and laughed...About another 20 minutes passed when the white dude called me over to the bars near his section. He handed me some wrapped crack bars and said, “Here...give them to dude...It's a peace offering. I bought them for him...You're right, this is childish.”

I grabbed them and hollered the other guy's name and he came to the bars, “Shoot your fishing line to the day room. I've got something for you,” I said.  

“Where did it come from?” He asked.
“From dude...do you want them? He said it is a peace offering.”

A few moments of silence passed, and then, “Yeah...tell him I appreciate it.”

Now, whether this continues on is to be seen, but in that moment I was glad that hopefully I was able to talk a little sense into them because geeze, we've got a much bigger battle to fight, and it's stupid. Racial strife is stupid. Period.  

After another ten minutes of exercising, laundry showed up. I told the guard passing out the towels that I needed him to get my cell door open and exchange my towel. He said he would. He went to my door and began to yell, “Open 57 cell!” No response. “Roll 57 door!” Again, no response. I walk over to the bars directly across from the control center and try to see if I can get the officer's attention, when I see her, head down on the panel and fast asleep! I told the other officer, “She's apparently taking a nap,” and he was like, “She's WHAT???” I shrugged my shoulders and started laughing. “She's  on that good shit!” another inmate yelled. Which had the whole entire section laughing so hard. The guard began to bang and scream to get her attention, and another inmate was yelling, “Help! Officer down! Officer down! But she didn't budge. About that same time, the sergeants came back through and they had this look like, “What now?” on their faces, and couldn't believe it when they looked and saw the female officer passed out. The sergeant had the food slot bar in his hand, and began to slam it down on the bars extremely hard, and her head jerked up and her eyes went wide!  

Just another day on Polunsky Unit...

I actually made it to the shower fairly early because the sergeants regained control and order, and the rest of the day, whilst emotionally exhausting, was peaceful.  

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.  



**Warning: This entry contains foul and offensive language**

August 29th, 2018

Yesterday I was focused on writing part 4 of my new memoir, “Falling Down", which should be posted in chapters quite soon...I'm going to keep on writing each part and have them posted individually as I've got a lot to write about for those particular moments in my life...Stay tuned!

I was also waiting on a legal visit for most of the day...I was particularly eager (and a bit anxious) to talk to my attorney as I knew we were facing a filing deadline. Thankfully, we've made the filing and I'm officially in the hands of fate. I could use all of the prayers and positive vibes anyone is willing to throw my way, and of course, I hugely appreciate it. I don't know how long it is going to take to receive a response from the Fifth Circuit as it varies from case to case, but again, every prayer towards the granting of my Certificate of Appeal so that I can continue the fight, would mean the world to me.  

For the most part, yesterday was calm, and today, whilst it started out okay, it deteriorated into chaos after lunch. We pretty much had the exact same crew that we had on Monday, but early on they were on top of things. I ended up going to rec. at about 5.55am...I had it in my mind to try a sort of social experiment for my own humor, but first a little back story...

At the front of each pod is a normal door with a glass window. To the side on the wall is a doorbell and intercom button for the officer in the control center or “picket”. For whatever reason over the past few years, the guards have been ignoring the button and just kicking the door, banging on the frame with a baton, or hitting the glass window. In turn, the glass has been cracked and replaced MANY times...I used to work maintenance and I know that those glass panes cost HUNDREDS of dollars to replace! But over and over again they pound on the glass...So, here's the thing – the button actually works! The other effect of pounding on the door is the picket officer assumes it is an inmate pounding on their cell door, and so they just ignore the beating on the front door. It can take several minutes for the picket officer to realize that it is the front door!  

After coming back from my legal visit yesterday, I stood in front of the door with the two officers at my side. One officer began to pound on the door with his baton, and I didn't say anything...I wanted to see how long it would take for the officer in the picket to actually open the door. We waited for almost 3 ½ minutes, then I said, “The button works.” The other officer pushed and the picket officer immediately opened the door. “Isn't technology amazing?” I said.  

In that moment, however, I thought...”You know what? Tomorrow I'm going to make a sign that says “button works,” and see if I can get a guard to tape it to the front window.  I was curious to see how many people would push the button or just kick the door. So, early this morning I made my sign, folded it up, and took it to recreation. It took about an hour to get the sign taped up, but after that, every guard that came to the pod pushed the button! But it was short lived...Another officer saw the sign and demanded to know who put it there. I told her I got an officer to tape it up because it made no sense to kick and bang on the door when the button works. She said, and I quote, “I hate that button! If you've got to hear it all fuckin' day long...beep beep beep...it'll drive you nuts!” And she ripped it down. I said, “Wow...you'd rather have your officers kick and bang on the door rather than put up with a beep?”

So, now I was curious to see how long it would take for the officers to start kicking and banging on the door again, and it was immediate! It was like the sign never existed, and some of the very same officers who had read the sign, then pushed the button, went right back to kicking and banging on the door like they'd never seen the sign!

My neighbor was kidding with me and said, “That didn't last very long, Randy.” And I said, “No, it didn't...But I'm going to keep putting up a new sign every day if I have to!” ha ha.   

Well, the day got progressively worse when not too long ago, a guy they call “Turk”, had just come back from a follow up appointment at the hospital in Galveston. A couple of years ago he had his prostate removed...They send all inmates with serious medical problems to Galveston, no matter where they are in Texas...Anyway, he'd had some kind of scope inserted because he was telling the guards he had rectal bleeding and it wouldn't stop.  He needed the nurse, but the guards, thinking it was funny, were not taking it seriously...They were walking around telling everyone, “so and so's asshole is bleeding.” One of the female officers walked by laughing, and both my neighbor and I said something to her...It just really pissed me off.  

Anyway, please pray and send positive vibes my way!  I need it!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.  



August 30th, 2018

Today was another one of those crazy days...not nearly as nuts as the past few days, but another very disorganized day.  It started when, after going to bed at 1am, I fully expected to be able to sleep in until about 8am because I wasn't supposed to be going out to first round of recreation...Wrong! I was asked if I'd go out first round, so I dragged my butt out of bed, slammed a cold cup of coffee, and got ready.  It was an absolutely lovely morning though...Kind of cool, with a nice breeze. I could see about a third of the moon in the sky, and it was beautiful. The guy I was outside with asked me if I wanted to play some ball, and I told him I was really tired, but I'd play anyway. Quite honestly, I should have beat this guy, but he gave me a pretty bad whooping!

When I came back in around 8.30am, I waited on a shower that never came, so I decided to bathe in my sink before taking a nap...I was woken up by the mail room, then commissary....I finally managed to take a short nap into the afternoon, and it got me through the rest of the day.  

Meanwhile, these guards are just running around trying to look busy! I mean, if I was just a passer by I would easily think, “Damn...they're busting ass!” But I'd be sadly mistaken! It's 4.31pm at the time of writing this, and they've done very little in the way of showers, and they've not even pulled out 4th round of rec. yet! There is still a 5th round waiting to go as well...

Anyway, I'm sitting here contemplating the filing my attorneys made which I received last night, and it was good! I thought it was very good to be honest, but still...I'm in the hands of the universe now.  I'm in no position to demand anything from God, the universe – whatever...All I can do is ask for mercy and a chance....Just a chance...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace!



September 3rd, 2018

I'm sitting here listening to the last of the movies over labour day weekend...The sky, which has been grey and raining most of the day, is fading into a dark charcoal. My mind keeps drifting to a letter that I received on Friday night from my brother, Wesley...I miss him so much, and I'm happy and relieved that things seem to be improving in his life. He appears to have a good group of people around him who believe in him, and want to see him succeed.  As the quote says, “it takes a village...”, and to have people around you who believe in you, and your own self-worth.  

He wrote something that broke my heart, and has had me thinking all weekend long...He said, “I wish our family wasn't so torn apart.” I've had that wish for 20 plus years, but I wonder, did this all start with me? Am I to blame??? Had I not left home back in 1995, would the events that followed still have unfolded in some other way? Would my brother have been kicked out of the family home at just 16? Would the whole family have disintegrated, or would we have remained tight...Strongly bound? Were the bonds of family even as tight as I once believed, or did they always have weak parts and defects just waiting for stress to snap them apart? On the flip side, I could argue that regardless of my mistakes and bad decisions, I still tried to reach out to them for help...I tried to come back home and get my life straight, and they rejected me. I firmly believe that nothing – NOTHING – I had done up to that point, warranted such a harsh rejection. So...the question remains...Who is to blame? Wesley and I have both desperately wanted the same things over the years: a feeling of being wanted, of being loved, of family...A feeling of knowing that in spite of our flaws and mistakes, there are people who love us.  

I get especially upset because whilst I know that the abuses I suffered in the first 5 ½ years of my life, and the damage that resulted because of those abuses, I wasn't suffering the same debilitating psychological and mental health issues that Wesley has suffered, which went undiagnosed throughout his childhood and were only diagnosed and treated in more recent years. In many ways, he has little control over some of his actions, and yet my parents seemingly still abandoned him. It hurts that because of my own stupidity, I can't help him...And, yes, it sometimes angers me that my parents chose not to help him.  

All that being said, I wish we had a family...I miss everyone...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.  

Peace.  



September 4th, 2018

The holiday is over and everything is back to normal. Today has turned into another one of those chaotic days. You'd think over the years that I'd be accustomed to it, but it's still as frustrating as ever! Maybe because there are lulls...You try to live your life with a bit of normalcy and routine, but building a day around when you're going to recreation, which officers are working the pod, and their particular work ethic and level of intelligence...It's something you just can't get used to. All you know is that it will either be a good day or a really screwed up day – there really isn't any in between! When the lulls come around, you are spoiled because you get kind of used to it, especially the peacefulness of a holiday weekend, or just the weekend in general.  Everyone is catching up on mail, or listening to favourite radio programmes, or football...People are reading, people are talking quietly with their neighbours...And whilst these can at times be insanely boring days, you are easily sucked into the illusion of peace that comes with those days...

What can you do? It sounds whiney when I talk about it, and I don't mean for it to sound that way either, it's just that it seems to have become worse here recently. Even an older officer who has worked back here for YEARS, commented on the state of employees, saying, “Geeze, they really are scraping the bottom of the barrel.”

I'm just trying to stay focused on being positive and hopeful, and willing something good to happen with my appeals. It's easy to allow yourself to get pulled into the abyss, but I'm clinging to the edge desperately...trying to keep myself from falling into it.  

There's little else I can do...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 5th, 2018

Today  has been chaos free! It's really amazing how the vibe of a pod can  change depending on the officers working. Today, they've been laid back  but getting all of the work done and keeping everything running smoothly  and peacefully. It's the best we can hope for back here.

I  went out to first round recreation at around 6am, exercised, and walked  around. Whilst the officers were doing the morning showers, I ended up  in a conversation with one of them about the new warden - he's one of  these guys who comes in, disrupts the general flow of things, and makes up new rules as he wishes. The officer said that he had been just as  hard on them as he is on us...Some of the officers are already talking  about quitting. You'd think the folks in Huntsville would try to  actually think of ways to keep a hold of staff for longer, instead of pissing them off to the extent they end up quitting! I think a big part  of it is the leadership problem. Prisons are only as difficult as you  make them; an asshole guard who treats inmates like crap is going to  feel a push back from the inmates...But a guard who just gets things  done and doesn't intentionally try to create chaos is going to have an  easy time...It's the same as when an inmate looks for trouble with  another inmate or inmates...He ends up finding it!

Both  Huntsville and the politicians think they can solve the staff shortages  by throwing bonuses and extra perks of the job at employees, in an  attempt to keep them working here, or to hire new people. But unless  they're sadistic, or a psychopath, nothing is going to keep them here  for very long. To quote the officer today, "No amount of money is worth  this shit." I've been saying it for years...the Texas Criminal Justice  System we have right now is just not sustainable. You can't send everyone to prison, and nobody wants to work in prisons anymore...Something has to give!

On  another note, I'm trying to keep myself upbeat, positive, and  hopeful...It's weird going through my day, trying to just function  normally whilst waiting on the courts to decide my fate. I feel like I've been to the doctor for some tests, and I'm waiting on that call to  tell me I'm good or I've been diagnosed with some kind of terminal  illness. It's stressful...It's emotionally taxing...I read an article  some time ago about the evolution of our flight or fight responses...a  mechanism that was important in our early years. When a saber tooth  tiger was sizing us up for their next meal, our brain would flood our  system with adrenaline so that we could either run away as fast as we could, or put up a good fight. As we evolved and our environment became  safer, our need for the flight or fight response wasn't so important,  but it still is a part of our make up...So, when a person is in a state  of stress, that mechanism kicks in and your body is flooded with adrenaline...In the long run it's not healthy, and leads to all kinds of  problems. When I feel that anziety come over me, I have to stop myself  and breathe, and just calm down...It's not always easy, but I try. It's  just a sucky situation all the way around...I keep telling myself, "I'll  be fine. I've got this. I will live..." Or, I'll just pray in that  moment and say, "Grant me mercy." What else can I do?

Courage. Strength. Hope. Faith...

Peace!



**Warning...Contains some offensive language**

September 11th, 2018

I'm in a weird position when it comes to writing this...I'm not having any kind of writer's block – on the contrary! I feel like I've been having one of the best writing spurts in years. The problem is it's been so chaotic here, I feel like I'm starting to sound like a broken record and a little bit on the whiney side. So, when these days get absolutely insane, I step back and just don't write anything at all – but I'm trying! I'm just self-conscious of people thinking,“Blah, blah, blah...shut the hell up.”  

Anyway, today I want to write about an exchange I had with another guy back here. It was interesting...It started after he was getting onto another guy back here who is in the process of dropping his appeals. I've always had mixed feelings about people who do that...On one hand, I can totally understand the desire to just want to be done with it all; that feeling of, “Why am I doing this? Why am I fighting? I'm miserable all of the time.” When you're carrying so much heartache and pain from the past that it becomes a heavy wet blanket, suffocating the life out of you...I get that. I've been through that in the past! On the flip side, I sometimes feel insulted because there there are guys fighting so freaking hard to see the next day, and live, and you think, “My hardships are just as difficult...You can fight! Fight!” But I guess you can't compare the burden you carry on your own soul, to the burden someone else is carrying.

So, this guy – someone who's been in general population, and revels in stories of essentially being a predator out there – starts attacking the guy who is dropping his appeals. Firstly, he asks him, “Why?” And the other guy says, “I'm tired...I don't want this to be my life.” The other guy asks, “You afraid to go to general population?” The other guy says he's not afraid, he just doesn't want a life sentence. So, the other guy says, “Oh, you're afraid someone is gonna take your booty. I know your kind.” Dude then says, “You've got me all wrong...I have no problem fighting.”

“Nah, I can tell you'd give up the booty. But you know, if you've got money, there are people who will protect you...They ain't gonna let anything happen to you. You ain't got no money, you can suck and fuck...You'll just be somebody's girl.”

Now, the dude who is dropping his appeals is defending himself and pushing back, so I didn't feel any need to jump into the conversation – even if it was pissing me off! Whilst I've never been a “tough guy” or “badass” in general population, I've never liked bullies, racists, or predators, and I didn't have a problem defending myself against it. I was no fighter...I hate fighting, and if it could be avoided, that was always the best thing.  

The conversation between the two ended, and the general population guy went on to clown him to his so-called “home-boys” and telling them how general population really was, according to him. At that point, having been in general population myself, I decided to ease into the conversation...I asked dude if he thought of himself as a predator, and he said “No.” Then I asked if he thought of himself as a rapist? He said he couldn't stand rapists...So, I said, “But you are both these things.”

“No I ain't.”

“Yes...you are.”

He told me that there was a difference between “protecting” someone, and just taking the booty, and I said, “But if you're extorting a sexual act from the guy, to keep him from safe from someone else trying to rape him, or you're taking his commissary, it makes you no different. It's against his will...Done out of fear. He's not doing it wilfully.”  

He didn't say a word, and honestly, at this point I expected him to turn on me and start cussing me out or something...So, I asked, “You'd like another chance in the world, right? To go free?”

“Yeah,” he said.  

“So, how are you going to make it when you can't even drop the general population persona on death row? You sound like an idiot! I'm not trying to insult you, but do you hear me or other guys who have been in general population, acting like that? You've got to get your mind out of this place, or you'll be doomed to fail. Nobody cares about what it is like in general population...we've got to stay alive to even get out there! That's where your focus should be. If you survive this, that's the real battle story, not beating up dudes or making them pay for protection. Get your head out of prison, man.”

After that some other dudes kind of took over the conversation and were agreeing with what I said. I don't know if any of this stuck in his head, but maybe I planted a seed anyway.  

Another thing I've been thinking about is the “future dangerousness” issue a jury has to decide on when handing out a death sentence...I have two thoughts on this, actually...One relates to a recent court ruling (I don't know which case, or the title of the case) in relation to some University of Texas professors suing the state over the issue of allowing students to carry guns on campus. I think the argument was “what if one of these licensed gun carriers just started shooting the place up?” The court, if my understanding is correct, came back and said, “You can't determine a threat based on what MIGHT happen.” I could be wrong, but if I am right, I'm thinking "wow...but you can twist that very same argument when sentencing someone to death??”

The second thought I have on this is that according to a jury, there was reasonable enough information before them to have them believe that I could be a threat in the future...Keep in mind this was 18 YEARS AGO!!! And whilst I never hurt anyone in the escape, or afterwards, let's exclude that...going 18 years without so much as a threat to someone, or a single act of violence, is a long freakin' time! And there are guys who have been here for 20-30 years without a single act of violence as well...I think reason would conclude that if it hasn't happened in almost two decades, it's not going to happen, and I don't want to hear that stupid argument that prosecutors have made, saying, “Well, they're just waiting for the right moment to strike!” Really? The right moment? Don't you think in that amount of time, the right moment came and went? What does that even mean? If a person is going to hurt someone, and that's their intent, any moment could be the right moment. For most of us back here, the thought doesn't even cross our minds. I've seen guards jack food and starve guys for days, and the inmate doesn't retaliate. I really do wish people would push back more on this future dangerousness issue.  

In other news...We've had quite a bit of rain in the last few days. I actually went outside earlier this morning in the rain, and it was lovely. It feels like autumn is settling in a little early...but this is Texas. It could be hot and sunny tomorrow – you just never know!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.  

Peace.      



September 13th, 2018

It's  a weird feeling to wake up on your birthday and wonder if you're going  to make it to be 42 years old. I've made it to 41, and many years ago I  didn't expect to last this long, but I'm here and I'm both blessed and  grateful for this year. All I can do is hope, and continue to ask for  mercy and for another chance to prove my value and contribute/give back  to people less fortunate.

I  wanted to thank those who have wished me a happy birthday! I really  appreciated it, and whilst today has been nothing spectacular, receiving  cards, Jpay messages, and well wishes, has filled my heart with so much  happiness and love.

Nobody  here has done anything special for me; no tacos or anything, but that's  okay. No one owes me anything and I don't need any kind of  reciprocation. I know that if I was around certain friends here that I  haven't seen in almost a year, they would be really spoiling me. The  guys around me now...I'm good. I'm grateful to be alive.

And  finally, thanks to my wonderful and amazing girlfriend who has made my birthday so extra special...I've received some amazing cards and extra  lovin', and it has had my heart up in the clouds. I'm a lucky dude :-)

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 14th, 2018

Well,  the day started off great! It was like a late birthday party...Totally  unexpected! I had just crawled out of bed when someone said they had  something for me, that I had to fish to the dayroom to pick up...It was  tacos! Four fatty heart clogging tacos! The best kind! And a bunch of other dudes had sent me candy bars as gifts as well. Here I was moping  around because I didn't get anything from anyone here, yesterday...And  what a surprise it's all been today! It really made me feel appreciated.  I never expect or want any kind of reciprocation from anyone, and I've always given from my heart with no strings attached. But there is nothing wrong with wanting to feel appreciated, and that's the feeling  I've had this morning...

So,  the day started out great! It was really grey outside and storming  early on, but not even that could ruin the morning. Then I went to  recreation a little after noon, and things turned absolutely chaotic! I was getting ready to exercise and work off those yummy tacos (which ended up giving me heart burn, but they were worth it!) and the guards  were still serving lunch. The food cart was parked out in front of the control center, and a guy in E-day room (directly across from D-day room, the day room I was recreating in) said, "Randy! Look...A cockroach!" I looked at the cart and watched as one of these horrible  insects came from INSIDE of the cart, walked along the edge of the door,  and went back INTO the cart! I said, "Holy shit!" So, we tried to get  the female officer's attention to let her know before she started  loading up trays to feed...I said, "There's cockroaches in the food  cart," and she says, "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" The guy who warned me about the cockroaches said, "Take it back to the kitchen!!!" She unplugged the cart and pushed it out the pod door...She  was gone maybe 4 or 5 minutes when she pushed the cart back in. Now, the  kitchen is about 60-70 yards away from C-pod, so it would be an impossibility for her to have taken the cart to the kitchen, replace the  trays, and bring it back in that amount of time...So, I called her out  on it. I said, "You did not replace those trays. Unless you can bend the  space time continuim, there is no way you traded those trays out or  replaced that cart." She ignored me...

About that same time a sergeant came on the pod, so we tried to tell her  about what happened. She said, "We know about the problem!" And so the  guy in E-day room said, "Do something about it then!" Nothing was ever  done, so all we could do was warn guys that cockroaches were in the food  cart.

After that, some other officers came in and started posting "Effective  Immediately" signs all over the place from the new warden. This guy is a  complete tyrant! The two new signs said we are no longer allowed to  bring games like chess or dominoes to the day room, and he was putting a restriction on candy, juice, ketchup, and grape jelly, from the  commissary. Now, I'm a ketchup junkie! I put it on everything, and buy a  couple of bottles each time I go to commissary - it's the only way to  make the food palatable. That being said, these particular ingredients  can be used to make hooch, but they've got disciplinary mechanisms in  place to try and keep guys from making prison wine. The warden cannot assume that just because a person buys these particular items that  they're going to make hooch!...It's ridiculous, and he's hell bent on  taking any kind of "comfort" away from inmates that he can. I'm sure there are people who would say, "Good! You guys shouldn't have diddly  squat in your cells, or any comfort! You need to be miserable!" But consider this: the more harsh conditions become, and the more restrictive they are, leads to some truly awful things...The mental  collapse of inmates - a health issue which in turn creates more of a burden on the State, and on the taxpayer who  has to cover the medical costs of these problems. And for some of the  more aggressive inmates, it gives them the sense that they have nothing  left to lose, and they can end up hurting someone, and putting staff at considerable risk. It's not a good thing...There is a reason why the  TDCJ allows certain privileges and comforts. The warden is not above  these policies and privileges, and cannot make up his own rules and  policies as he goes.  

I offered to write grievances on various issues, for guys who can't  write, and just asked that they promise to turn them in. That is our  only course of action back here...I don't expect it to be effective, but  it is all we can do!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith...

Peace.



September 16th, 2018

Man...this  weekend has flown by! I've been in relatively good spirits...I spent  Saturday morning typing up grievances for guys to turn in, and listening  to Star Wars. Like music, Star Wars is like medicine for me! I had a  visit on Saturday night and it was soooooo refreshing to get out of the cell. I needed to clear my head, and on the way out saw the most amazing sunset. I've not seen the sunset in months, so seeing the sky awash in  colours, and darkening, was just good for the soul. Breathing in the  fresh air, seeing trees...Just sublime!

I'm  sitting here getting caught up on things, and getting ready for the new  week. I wonder what surprises are in store for us??? Sheesh!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 17th, 2018

Today  has been one of those days that hasn't been bad, but a bit on the  chaotic side...I woke up and hadn't even wiped the sleep from my eyes  when guys were hollaring to see if I'd type up some grievances for them  on the two issues that the new warden had suddenly put restrictions  on...The Grievance Officer usually picks them up around 8 in the  morning, so I had to jump up and type them up in a hurry. Then I had to  get ready for recreation, and everything has just been busy busy busy since then. It finally calmed down a bit after I returned to my cell.

Whilst  I was out at recreation, I had an interesting conversation with a guy  waiting on an execution date. He told me he was "ready to go" and had  been since he was kicked out of the Supreme Court back in 2013. I said,  "Wait...your appeals have been finished since 2013, and you're still  alive?" He said, "Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?" Apparently his attorneys  filed a last ditch appeal, and it has kept him alive all of these  years!...A ruling is pending due to his having a more liberal Federal  judge or something. I don't know, I was a bit confused on the details,  but he hated the fact that he was still alive.

I  told him, "Maybe the universe isn't done with you yet. Maybe this is a  sign...or maybe you shouldn't give up so easily and keep fighting." He  told me he was worn out and just ready to go...but maybe the universe/God or whatever did have some greater purpose. I don't know what I believe half of the time...I know that I believe in something  greater than us and having grown up in Judaism and being Jewish to my  core, I believe in the oneness of God...but signs, miracles etc...I just  don't know. And yet, I can say that there have been events in my life that aren't fully explained, or were "signs" that I have willfully ignored. I have a very strong sense of intuition, and I tend to ignore  it either out of stubbornness, or an attempt to think rationally, and  yet, some things in life just aren't rational and sure as hell don't  make sense.

Maybe  if we started paying attention to the world around us, and actually  receive the signals its sending out, we'd be better off? Maybe our  "purpose" in life isn't always what WE think it is...I just find it  strange at times, and fascinating too.  

My  other thought was that this pod just holds some very strange negative  energy, and always has. Just about every guy here is permanently  miserable or agitated or angry, or else he has given up on life. I've been stuck - trapped - on this pod since last December. In  fifteen-and-a-half years, this is the longest I have ever remained on a  single pod, and it sucks...I just want to get away from the negativity and hate on this pod...And it can be contagious...spreading like a disease or wild fire, from person to person...even amongst the guards. I  am hoping I will be moved off this pod this week...I've been in this  cell for two months now, and it's well past my move date.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



September 19th, 2018

I  woke up this morning fully expecting to go to recreation...I skipped  breakfast because I'm fasting for Yom Kippur, and whilst technically  recreation (and writing this) could be defined as "work," I was certain that G-d wouldn't be upset that I wanted to get out of my cell.

So,  the 1st shift officer came around at 5.30am, setting up the rec.  schedule, and he asked me if I was going...I said, "yes." Then he told  me, "First round, F-section." I kicked off my sheet, rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, said my prayers, and began a letter. Whilst I was writing, another guard yelled out, "No recreation. You guys are on  lock-down." I didn't believe it as that particular officer has been  known to be a prankster! Then, they said they were going to do showers  only. When he said that I was certain we weren't on lockdown as we don't  get showers for that first 72 hours...(which I have never understood!)

So,  they started doing showers and then a ranking officer came through and  confirmed that we were on lockdown, and that they had accidentally given  the order to do showers, but we weren't actually supposed to be getting  them. I thought, "well, great...that was really unexpected!" We really  weren't expecting to be on lockdown right now because the rumors had us going on lockdown on October 1st...So, here it is and I suppose it will  be a long one - probably a few weeks!

As  I wrote earlier, it is Yom Kippur and I've been fasting since yesterday  evening at sundown...Of course, the day I decide to fast is when they  have really good meals! Breakfast was some kind of eggs, and the sack  lunch they passed out earlier had baked chicken in it...Argh! The  torture! Ha ha...I put the lunch in my locker and will eat it tonight to  break the fast - assuming it doesn't give me food poisoning after sitting in my locker most of that day. I haven't always fasted, but this year I just felt it would be important and I'd reflect and pray, and of  course ask for forgiveness for any screw ups, or for any hurt I've  caused to anyone over the past year. I'm sorry and I hope you will forgive me...

Of  course I've been listening to the radio, and this Supreme Court  nomination fiasco is a mess! I was listening to AFR and some right wing  stations earlier, and it is amazing hearing them attack the woman for  making accusations of sexual assault, but it was also interesting to  hear people call into the shows and say, "He was just 17...even if he  did do something awful like that, should we ruin a man's life and family over something he did as a teenager???" And I'm thinking, well, actually we do it every day...We charge 14 year olds as adults, we lock up teenagers, we bring up their teenage past in sentencing phases to show "their character" so we can sentence them to death...These same  people calling in or commenting don't seem to have a problem with that.  Now, I do agree - if these things did happen when he was a teen - it isn't worth ruining his life/career if he has shown remorse, regret, and  apologised. I don't think any of us are who we were in our teens, or  even our early 20s...but neither do I believe he should be sitting on  the Supreme Court if these allegations are true, and he's denying or covering up his actions.

I  guess what I'm most upset about in all of this is the blatant hypocrisy  in politics, and those who will excuse (both left and right sides)  certain behaviours because they are on the winning side, and their agenda is being put through. At what point do we, as a nation, say that  I'm not going to sacrifice my principals or standards to just get what I  want...something is going to have to give...It's just dividing us further. Besides, I don't think our founding fathers EVER intended  giving the Supreme Court the power it has now...We don't elect  presidents on what they're actually going to do for the better of our  country any more, we elect them to protect Federal Judge seats, and the Supreme Court. It isn't supposed to be this way, and it isn't the representative government they had in mind...

On  a more positive note, I was thinking of a "happy" Yom Kippur memory I  had when I was 14...I had just come back from Kentucky on a fall break,  and it was my 8th grade year...I may have just turned 15, and I'm not  sure if Yom Kippur fell in September then or not, but my dad and I went  to our synagogue, Beth Shalom, in Arlington. I met up with my friends  from Hebrew School there, and I told them about my time in Kentucky and  answered their questions. My friend, Mindi, had asked if going to school  there was like the movie, "School Ties." But  what I remember most is she had a friend with her...Her parents were atheists, but wanted her to attend a service for cultural reasons, and  she was really cute! We went into the services, and one thing we'd all  do if it just became unbearably boring, was to sneak off "to the bathroom" one at a time, and then either meet up in the day care room,  or go outside and eat pecans that fell off the trees, because we were  hungry. Well, we went to the day care room and hung out for a while, and  me and this girl really hit it off. In the afternoon she called a  friend on the speaker phone, and the friend asked if there were any cute guys there...She looked right at me and said, "Yeah," and smiled. I had  butterflies in my stomach! We went back to the service, then after it  ended we all drove out to a pond to throw bread into it to symbolise  throwing our sins away...Then we went to break the fast at a restaurant. It was my dad and I, Mindi, and her family, the Goldbergs, and Mindi's  friend. I sat next to the girl, and we were playing footsies and sword fighting with the butter knives, and so I decided to take a chance and  ask her out..."No," she said. I was caught off guard! I really didn't  expect that...Then she said, "You go to school in Kentucky...It'd never  work!" Couldn't argue with her on that.

My  dad had planned to go over to Mindi's house for a bit and have some  coffee, so her parents drove off and we offered to bring Mindi back home  and drop the other girl home. She held my hand on the drive, and told  my dad how to get to her place. When we got to her home she climbed over  me to get out of the car, and kissed me on the cheek...Sadly, I never  saw her again after that! It's still a happy memory though...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 23rd, 2018

I'm  sitting here on a Sunday afternoon, the first official day of fall – my  favourite season, I should add. I'm looking out of my little window,  the sky is grey, and in the distance to the left of my view, there are some buildings, and a tree line on the horizon. The trees are swaying ever so gently in the light and cool breeze I imagine is blowing  outside...What wouldn't I give to go for a walk outside right about  now?...Oh, the things we take granted, huh?

I woke up this morning at about 5.45am for a shower – normally during the  lock-down we only get showers on a Monday/Wednesday/Friday, so I was a  bit surprised that we got one today. When I asked the guard why they  were doing showers today he said they wanted to get an early start to the shakedowns tomorrow. I thought, “yeah...THAT won't happen...” but it  was still nice to get a shower! When I returned to my cell I listened  to a program called, “On Being.”  It's a spiritual program that covers philosophy, and the practice of well being and mindfulness...not the new  age goobley goo nonsense, but in depth conversations with some of the  great thinkers and compassionate people of our time.

After the program, I want back to sleep. I didn't expect to sleep until  9.30am but that is what happened! I jumped up, drank my coffee, wrote to  my love, and put on TNT to listen to “Pete's Dragon” - the remake of  the Disney classic. I listened to it last night, going into it very sceptically. I'm not a  big fan of remakes because they often don't get  them right – they actually get them very wrong! Disney, however, has  been on a creative roll with their live action remakes of a lot of their animated classics from Sleeping Beauty (Maleficent), Jungle Book,  Cinderella etc...I've been very impressed with what I've listened to thus far and the remake of the original “Pete's Dragon” had gotten  really good reviews when it hit the theaters, so I had high hopes...The original was a favourite of mine growing up. The mix of animation (Elliot the Dragon) and live action was amazing, and Pete's interaction  with Elliot threw my imagination into overdrive! The movie was also a  musical, and I loved the song and dance numbers...I knew that this wasn't a “straight on” remake - in fact, the only similarity with the  original was Pete and Elliot...That was it! Yet, it was BRILLIANT!!! The movie made me laugh, and it made me cry several times too! I couldn't SEE the movie, but my imagination took over. It had the feel of a  classic '80s adventure movie, and the musical score was breathtaking,  and beautiful. The folksy tunes that fuelled the movie were wonderful...I really loved it, and it sparked the feelings of wonder and  being a child all over again. To borrow a line from the movie, it made  me "feel the magic.”

Anyway,  like I said, before I ever heard of the movie I had read the reviews  and they were mostly good...except for a couple saying it was overtly  “manipulative” in pulling at the heart strings. I thought, as I was  listening, isn't that what movies are supposed to do? Isn't that their  purpose? The fact that you watch something in that moment – and suspend  disbelief – IS manipulative...It's supposed to be! A good movie makes  you believe in it...It can make you scared, it can give you thrills, it can leave your jaw on the floor with fanciful feasts of visual effects. It can make you cry! That is what a good movie does! Of course, movies  are manipulative...Any kind of art is...Anyway, check it out!

The  rumor mill has it that the new warden is being an absolute tyrant on  this shakedown...Telling officers to write cases for the smallest of  things, and in general creating chaos amongst the inmates. To put it  into perspective, for the past couple of years the discipline pod –  F-Pod death row side – has stayed nearly empty, with just a couple of  guys down there at any given time. It went from housing a couple of guys  to being completely full under this new warden! Surely, the administration in Huntsville would see the sudden spike in cases that  send guys to F-Pod, and wonder what the heck was going on? But so far,  he's getting away with it...There was an incident on another unit where  the warden and ranking officers were involved in a quota system for  bogus disciplinary cases. An email was leaked, the news exposed the  illegal scheme, and the State fired those involved and said it wouldn't happen again...Apparently, this new warden didn't get the memo! Out of  sight, out of mind, I suppose...

Oh well...it's out of our control!

Here's to hoping for a good week, and a beautiful Autumn...

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace...



September 24th, 2018

Ever  had a dream that you were talking about music with Rod Stewart, or  having an in depth conversation about movies with Gal Gadot? Well, for  some odd reason, I did...What the hell is wrong with me?

Anyway,  I woke up this morning and started my day by working out, then I wrote  to my love and got busy on chapter 10 of my memoir, "Falling Down." I  actually started chapter 11, but will finish that up tomorrow. I also  have three new poems ready to roll out...They were harder than others to write because they started off kind of stream of consiousness, then I  shaped them up.  It took some time to get them just as I wanted, but  they're as good as they'll get now, so off they go to be posted up on my  website - check them out under the tab, "Poems/Lyrics," sub-tab, "New  Poems for 2018".

I  don't know if people are following my new memoir, but I've been having  each chapter posted up on the website as I finish it, and I am easily  picturing this taking shape into a whole book! I have at least 20 chapters planned, and I'm just writing them as I go, but when I get my  head into that "space" all kinds of forgotten memories pop up and I want  to write about this or that...So, there may be even more than 20 chapters by the time I've finished! Still, that part of my life is very important in leading to where I am today...I don't know if it aplies to a lot of lives or just a few, but there is a very visible single thread. Where some lives are full of branches, I see mine as having started off  with many tree limbs, but they soon fell off, and there was one long,  gnarly and twisted branch left...My hope is that the tree of my life will once again produce beautiful and healthy limbs, and lots of them!

Well,  I think most of us back here are wondering if this warden is just  bored, and seeing how many new rules he can put into place...The latest  is a kind of dumb because not everyone back here can actually afford a  commissary cup and the kitchen/guards never provide a cup or eating utensils for us to use. So, all we have is either a commissary cup or  maybe a peanut butter jar or something, if a guy can get one from  another inmate. Well, he's now said the only way we're to get juice,  coffee, or milk, is via a proper cup. But again, the kitchen doesn't provide cups like they're supposed to, so what are the guys without supposed to use...their hands? It's ridiculous!

Apparently,  last week as they were shaking down A-Pod, he was ordering officers to  take "unstored" legal work, which is also a violation of policy. If  you are a guy who has been going through the appeals process for many,  many years, the chances are you have mountains of legal material like  letters, filings and rulings - heck, a trial transcript can be thousands  upon thousands of documents! When I first came to death row, I had so  much stuff it could've filled up the back of a truck bed. A lot of it  was ruined in various cell floodings and general damage from being moved  around so often, but there are guys who can fill up whole buggies full  of legal work. Where are we supposed to store it? It's protected by the courts, so where does the guy get off in telling his officers to  confiscate it?

The  follow up - just came down the gossip mill right now - is that he was  ordered to return the legal work back to the guys he took it from.

Well, I'm still holding onto hope, tightly!!! I need those positive vibes!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace.



September 25th, 2018

I  have to start this out today by letting my special chick know that I  adore her, and I'm so grateful for everything she does to keep me in  this fight...Sometimes we don't always do things perfectly, and we don't  always have the right words to say...We stumble, we fumble, and we  screw-up, but all of this...this journal, this beautiful website, and  the spark to my recent writings and creativity, is all because of  HER...And so, I want to thank her and tell her I love her...

I  started off the day as I usually do, and then I had a surprise legal  visit. It went really well, and I'm so fortunate and blessed to have the  people I have representing me, fighting so hard for me, and most importantly, believing in me. They inspire hope in me, and strengthen my will to do good and pay it forward. I'm very fortunate.

The  gossip mill has it that things are speeding up on the shakedowns, and  that the warden has seemingly eased up on the ruthlessness a bit. Of  course, this is a different crew of guards so it could change again in a  couple of days on a new shift...We'll see...They should be on C-Pod tomorrow (the pod I've been on since last December!) and start shaking  down, but there are two back to back executions happening this week, and  they have a way of derailing the process. I'm thinking that the guy due  to be executed on Thursday could get a stay...He's got a really strong innocence claim...We'll see. I'm ready to rock 'n' roll with the  shakedown and get it out of the way!

On  the way back from my legal visit, this female guard was talking to  another escorting officer, and often they'll talk over the inmate as if  he doesn't exist, and I'll soak up their conversation. Well, apparently  the female was upset that some people were celebrating in cosplay (where people dress up as their favorite comic/manga/movie characters) at a  park that she takes her son to...Her exact words were, "As soon as I saw  them weirdos, I grabbed my son and left!...They could've been a group  of paedophiles!" Now, I've never done cosplay, but I do fancy myself a  bit of a dork, and it offended me that she would say such an ignorant thing...So, I said, "It must suck." To which she replied, "Yeah, it  does...It makes no damn sense..." I said, "No, it must suck to live your life being afraid of things you don't understand." And that, sadly,  seems to be the way American life is becoming...That fear and ignorance  of people, religions, customs, culture...Things we don't understand but  we need not be afraid of learning about...I wish people would start  opening their minds more.

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace!!



September 27th, 2018

Today has been one of those whirlwind of emotions kind of day...From  listening to the Brett Kavanaugh hearings, receiving our red crates in  preparation for a possible shake down, to the execution of a potentially  innocent man – and the second of two back to back executions...nuts!

So, today I listened to a hearing on the potential Supreme Court  appointment of Brett Kavanaugh. It got to me a bit more than I expected,  and I thought about how I wanted to write about it...not going into it with an opinion, but rather speaking from experience. I think what I'm going to say will not be popular, and I had to think about how to  properly articulate myself...I believe the accuser...I believe she experienced some kind of assault and life long trauma because of it. It could've been Brett Kavanaugh, and if he's appointed to the Supreme Court we may never really know...I get angry when I listen to conservative radio and they disparage and demean the accuser, and I  think there should've been a bit more investigation before anything  moved forward.  

I want to preface what I'm about to say next with the fact that  politically, I swing to the left. I consider myself a pretty hard core  liberal - not extremist, but definitely left of center. My views don't  jive with Brett Kavanaugh's political and probably judicial philosophy,  and I don't want to see him appointed. But here's where people will get  angry...What I'm going to say is purely based on my own experiences, and because of those experiences, I found myself believing him...I could feel his helplessness in his own words whenever he said, “I did not do this.” Or, “I am innocent of these charges.” When people are throwing accusations at you and they aren't true, there is a feeling...I can only  describe it as a drowning feeling...You're thrashing about, screaming  out, and no one is listening. No one will come to your aid. Do I believe  he was a saint in high school? No...Most of us weren't. I'm sure he did  some questionable things. I also know the feeling of people taking  things way beyond their context or weaponising tasteless jokes and  behaviours against you.  

Listening to the hearing and the democratic Senators referring to  statements written in yearbooks, or things he said as a teen, or what he  wrote in a calendar...I went through the very same thing in my own trial. Little substance spent on the actual crime itself, but instead, using letters, jokes, and even cartoons I'd created as some kind of  “proof” that I was a horrible human being. And when I'd try to defend myself or explain what any of these things meant, it was thrown back at  me as blame shifting, or showing no remorse...Listening to him, I was  having flashbacks of being in the same position when I was on the stand,  and it just made me shake and relive those moments...

I can't say one way or the other if he did or didn't do it, but we live  in a country where we're supposed to be innocent until proven guilty.  This doesn't mean that we discredit the accuser and say her claim isn't valid...Our hearts and compassion should go out to her. And if the incident did happen with Kavanaugh, I believe that he either truly  doesn't recall it, or he has convinced himself that it didn't happen.  Again, we'll never know...But I find myself believing him.   

I also have a problem with society ruining whole lives based on actions  that happened in a person's life when they were in their teens, or even  their early 20s, no matter how horrific the event might be - it's not an indicator of who that person will be 10 or 20 years down the line. I'm not the same person I was at 18, or 23, or even 30 years old! If  science has shown us that the brain isn't fully developed until around 25 years old, and we claim to believe in the power of redemption, why do  we then, as a society, cast those young people out onto the dung heap?

All that being said, if Kavanaugh is appointed to the Supreme Court, I  hope the process has been a learning experience for him. If he is truly  innocent of these accusations, then it will be interesting to see how he  looks at cases where people are truly innocent (or before the Court on appeal) because it should allow him the insight to be more fair and  empathetic to the innocence cries of others...If anything good can come  out of this, it will be that he is more balanced and insightful in his  judgements.   

Anyway, at around 4pm they brought the red crates around for us to pack  our property into for the shake down, which I'm assuming will be  tomorrow. It's weird but they always seem to get C-Pod done on a Friday,  or Monday...I just hope it isn't that bad! I just want to get it over with. I'm packed up and ready to go...

Today, Daniel Acker was also executed...I've known him for a while,  though not on any kind of personal level, but we did have some  conversations. I've heard his story and it has always been the same...He  was no saint, but I do believe him when he said he didn't murder his girlfriend, nor was it his intent for her to die...There's a strong  chance that today, Texas has executed an innocent man, and I hope it  will be revealed, should someone decide to investigate  post-execution...Another of those “we may never know” circumstances.

It's been a long day...An emotional day...but another day that I find  strength in the friends and the chick this dude loves...I'm a very  fortunate guy – more fortunate than I deserve.  

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 29th, 2018

This  horrible week has come to an end!!! It has just been one awfully  stressful week...Between my own life, two consecutive executions - one  of which I was almost certain would get a stay - the shake down yesterday and losing my hotpot, and later that evening my radio just  going completely dead on me...I can't take much more before I just  succumb to an emotional meltdown!!!

Before  I talk about yesterday's events, I do want to kind of clarify what I  said about Kavanaugh recently, and believing him...After I'd written  about him, I struggled with what I wrote because I want to be absolutely  clear that I wasn't siding with him. Any victim should always be given  the attention and investigation that is needed in any case - especially  when it comes to sexual assault etc. I do believe that politics have  muddied the waters and I also know that a person is innocent until  proven guilty, and we are very quick to judge and condemn in this  society without knowing the facts. There are always two sides to every story...I think where my confusion has come from is hearing someone say  they are innocent - with a certain desparation in their voice - and I  filtered it through to my own experience. Regardless of what anyone  believes one way or the other, there is enough doubt to withdraw his nomination. I have never believed he should've been on the Supreme Court  based purely on my own views and liberal philosophy - he was too  political in the first place...having gone after the Clintons in the '90s, working in the Bush Administration in the '00s, and following his very own comments about the charges being brought against him being some  sort of revenge for the Clintons in the 2016 elections...All of these things should've immediately excluded him as a potential Justice.

Anyway,  our shakedown was yesterday...For whatever reason, they only did F and E  section on C-Pod, and they did my section (E section) at around 2pm  yesterday. I really didn't expect them to take anything except maybe  some art type crafts I had someone make for my girlfriend, but other than that I was pretty much in compliance. I don't like clutter and I'm not a pack rat, so except for things that have an emotional value or  essentials, I don't really keep things. When I receive books and  magazines, I generally pass them off to people who want to read them, or  try to donate them to the library...although that in no way means it will necessarily hit the shelves...sometimes the inmates who work in the  library take off with them. All the same, these things get an extra bit  of life, I suppose.

Because  it was our shower day, we could take our shower stuff with us, so I   had my razor, soap, boxer shorts and a towel with me. I took my time  showering and then an hour later they brought us back to our cells. Upon  first glance, my cell looked quite the mess! Things were strewn all  over the place...I don't know which guard searched my cell, but it  looked like a tornado had blown through. In the last shakedown during  the summer, everything was stacked nice and neat...I took a deep breath  (you can't come out good every time!...) scanned my cell, saw that my  radio and fan were in their place, but I noticed my hot pot was gone...Now, I can't blame anyone but myself because it has been through  the ringer, and I had jumped the thermostat so it would get hotter than  it's designed to...It's the only way of really cooking anything.  Otherwise, barely hot water just doesn't cut it! Most guards know this  and kind of "turn a blind eye" and don't sweat it, but hey...again, you  can't with them all.

I  cleaned up my cell and settled in, listened to the news and just  chilled out for the rest of the afternoon. I was exhausted by the time  the Prison Show came on, but I listened to it, then tried to get to  sleep. Even though I was really tired, I just tossed and turned and  decided I'd listen to Seth Meyers. I went to put the radio on and it was  dead...nothing! I thought something was maybe loose, so I fiddled with  it, and then the FM and AM were out! I messed with it until 1 in the morning and just gave up...the cheap piece of crap died on me...I did  try to fiddle with it today as well, but still...dead air. But hey! The clock works...I suppose whenever the lockdown is over with I will try to get a new one...and a new hot pot. I tell you what, though...when my  luck is on it is on...it's firing on all cylinders and everything just  falls into place, but when it's off...it is just bad event after bad event. The Stoics teach us to always expect bad things, that way you  won't be surprised - actually, not to "expect" things to happen, but to  know that inevitably they will, and we should be mentally/spiritually  prepared for when they do...I definitely need to work on that!

Well, here's to hoping next week is a little better!

Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith!

Peace.



September 30th, 2018

Yaaaay!  The last day of this cursed month...Good riddance September! Well, I  can't say that it was a complete bust, but man, towards the end...Oh  well.  So, my possessed radio's clock turned back on last night and  stayed on...Just strange. I've had some things go wonky on me before,  but there is really no rhyme or reason to this.

I  woke up this morning because they were doing showers. I guess it was  close to six, and when I got back to my cell, I slept in until 9 this  morning. I did feel a bit better and more positive, hoping for the best  this week. I started my day, wrote my chick, and did my laundry. Well,  around 11.20ish, this female guard came by and noticed a wire that I was  running to the guy who was letting me listen to his radio...complicated  to explain, but no guard sweated it yesterday, and most don't care as  long as when we leave our cells, the wire isn't in the walkway. I was  honest with her and explained my radio situation...I expected her to  say, "Okay," and just walk on by. Instead she said, "Give me the radio."  Then I said, "What? Are you for real?" I couldn't read her face. It  wasn't like an asshole face, it was just "matter of fact"...Very  serious. She told me to give it to her again. Now at this point I'm  fuming...Really upset. I mean, this is my sanity, and I even said that  to her. Music, a connection to the outside world through news etc...I  was not happy. But I didn't want to risk getting into trouble, and I  have some visits coming up, so I couldn't put up a fight...But I was angry!

About  12.20pm they started passing out the lunch sacks (fish patty and  pb&j...blech!) and the same female guard hands me two sacks. At  first, I'm thinking it was an extra that maybe someone else didn't want  and said to give it to me. As I was walking away from the door she said,  "I went to the property room and grabbed you a loan radio. When you get  your new one, you'll need to turn that one in and in the same condition  I gave it to you." I opened the bag and was floored! It was a loaner  radio...now, usually the loan radios are for people who are indigent or  used to replace something that a guard broke...I just couldn't believe  it, and I instantly felt awful for being so upset! I thanked her a  thousand times and just couldn't believe the kindness of the act. She definitely did not have to do that! Kindness comes in a thousand forms  and in the most surprising of places and situations. It should be a  lesson, and I will definitely "pay it forward."

I'm hoping that was a good sign of things to come.

Something  else I wanted to write about and show my gratitude for is those who  stand and protest against the executions taking place in Huntsville. I  cannot imagine the emotional toil it can take on the heart and soul to  have to go to each one, but I can say that I'm personally thankful and wish more people would show their support as well. Numbers get  attention, and when more people start showing up, maybe the media and  the State will say, "something needs to change" I don't know. I just  wanted to say thanks for being out there, whoever you all are, and it  means the world to many of us back here. Thanks to all!

Here's to hoping that October rocks, and is a wonderful month full of good things, and a lot of love!

Hold onto...Courage. Strength. Hope and Faith.

Peace!


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