Woke up at about seven this morning. It was nice to sleep in 'cause I stayed up a little bit late because there were some good stations coming in out of Austin and Dallas. There was this really cool EDM station out of Dallas that was great to listen to for the thirty or so minutes it was clear. Houston radio sucks! I have no idea where they started the shakedowns. I guess this lock down will go on until sometime next week. It sucks. I think I'll spend the day reading.
June 29th, 2014
Wonderful...We're on lock down. This is the first time in the history of me being locked up that they start a lock down on a Sunday! Sunday? Sunday! On top of that - a holiday week as well! Who does that? Apparently this new warden does is who. Friday will be Independence Day and we usually get something decent to eat, some watermelon, chicken, corn on the cob, and now it is going to be freaking peanut butter and jelly and bologna? Great! What ass holes. For real.
June 22nd 2014
Weekends really suck - especially Sundays. Some years ago we used to go to recreation every day of the week for one hour. I actually prefered that because we could get out of our cells every day of the week. Now we only get five days of recreation (two days mandatory outside) but the trade off was we get a two hour rec. period. So, yes, we do get a few more hours, but the days stuck in a cell...I don't care for it. Depending on what section you live on is what your days off are. Well, Sunday everyone is stuck in their cell which essentially gives the guards a free pay day because all they have to do is pass out lunch and maybe dinner.
Yesterday wasn't all that bad. I went outside and was able to get a rematch and win my ice cream back. I won 16-14. I started off in the lead but then fell behind with a six game losing streak. It was so hot and humid that after a water break I would come out swinging and push as hard as I could and try to wear the other guy down. I knew I ran the risk of tiring myself out as well but it paid off. Once we were tied up he asked if we wanted to call it a draw. I said, "Hell no." he said, "Okay, that is where you messed up. I gave you a chance to walk away but now I have to beat you." But just like in the last match I ran out of juice, he ran out this time. When I came back in I waited on a shower and listened to the radio.
June 19th, 2014
It is an off day. That means the section that I currently live on has no recreation so I've just been cleaning my cell, getting rid of junk/clutter as it drives me nuts...I had a couple of books I've read and needed to give away to whoever wanted to read them and make room incase we go on lock down in the next few weeks, as it is approaching.
June 18th, 2014
I'm soooo tired. This won't be a long entry I assure you. After this, I'm waiting on mail and going to sleep. I played 38 games of basketball today and was just exhausted at the end of, it. I realize that I'm no longer a spring chicken. So, what happened in these 38 games? I lost is what happened. But barely. At first I was getting my ass kicked. I mean, he came out swinging and before I knew it, the score was 10 games to 2. I said to myself, "WTF? Seriously dude?" I was getting very frustrated, which is out of character for me, and I threw a little fit and slammed the ball into the wall. I don't like poor sportsmanship and I don't like being a bad sport, but dammit I was sucking bad. I drank some water, poured some on my head and got my mind together. After that I fought back. We tied up 11-11, then it went back and forth. We were tied up at 18-18. I was feeling confident. We were going to play the first person to win 20 games so either of us only had two more to win. At game 19 it went into overtime - what I mean by that is if we both hit the tenth shot at the same time it goes until someone misses. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. FIFTEEN...At this point I'm running out of gas. We run to the corner for 16...he hits, I miss. Now he has it at 19-18. I could tie it up or...that was it. 91°F, it is hotter than hades. I just had no juice left in me. He won. I collapse in a heap of self pity and disgust. Oh well. I've beaten him before and I will beat him again. I gave him his props. It was a damn good run and that is what counted.
I'm going to try to get back outside on friday.
June 17th, 2014
Today is humid. Like miserable, can't breathe, hot and sticky humidity. Who on earth felt it was a good idea to settle on this area? Hmmmm...I think it is a great idea to build a town on a swamp! Alligators? Haven't seen one, but now that I think about it, I have wondered where Timmy and Suzy disappeared to. Actually, in reality, this area belonged to a tribe of Native Americans, dammit, I know the name but fear I'll get it wrong. There's a reserve and casino not far from the prison, I think. Anyways, humidity also brings out the giant vampire mosquitos that take a pint of blood everytime they land on you. I have this huge welp where one got my face last night. I did get my attorney phone call. The guards took me to the visitation room where the calls are made (for privacy, I guess? Normal phone calls to family are done in the sergeant's office) about an hour early and the lady who runs visitation was pissed that I was out there so early but I said, "Hey, I don't mind just sitting here. Got nothing better to do and besides a little break from the pods won't hurt". She put me in a booth and I waited. At one o'clock in the afternoon I called my lawyer and we talked about 10 minutes. He said he made a couple of last minute changes on the appeal and would send me a copy in overnight mail. It has been filed and now we play the waiting game on the state's response. At this point the train is in motion and now I'm in the hands of fate and time. Nervous? Hell yeah, but I've done all I could do. Now it is really up to how good my lawyers argument is and how fair the judge is. I don't like playing the victim role as I'm not a victim, and I really try not to act like one, but anyone who knows my case knows I got screwed and didn't get a fair trial. How can you try six guys all the same and expect it to be fair? You can't.
I got some comics that have been under review by the mail room for well over a month. I'm not really into super heroes outside of BATMAN, but it is frustrating to be treated like a kid and have every little thing reviewed and checked for sexually explicit comics. I'm not getting porn. It is a freaking comic book!!
June 16th, 2014
I'm sore, I'm tired. I woke up, set to my normal routine and was expecting to go to recreation in the day room. An outside slot came open and I jumped at the oppurtunity to get outside! My intention was to play basketball and do some exercise, but this guy that I went out with has been reading this NAVY SEALS exercise book and I guess he wants to try out for SEAL TEAM SIX while on death row. He's like, "I put together this work out. Wanna try it?" And because I must be a glutton for pain I said, "Sure." JESUS HAROLD CHRIST. I felt like I was going to puke. But I got through it. It was brutal. It actually was pretty badass. I was energized. I felt like HE-MAN minus the weird bowl hair cut and the tighty whities...(well, his underwear was red, I think with a belt...who wears a belt with underwear?
We rested and then began to play some ball when out of nowhere the sky darkened and a storm of epic proportions struck with the fury of Zeus. It was pretty cool. It rained and rained. I was certain the guards would come out and get us and I'm glad that they didn't. The storm passed and we went back to playing ball. I won 10-6. I am beyond tired.
Tomorrow I should get a phone call from my lawyer and so that'll be good. I think he plans on filing my appeal a day early and so we'll see what he has to say about that. Stay tuned. For now, I'm about to read a little and crash out. I know in the morning I will probably be sore as hell, and hate my life, but you can't put a price (or pain) on good health.
June 15th, 2014
Sometimes when you're staring down a big bad dragon all it really needs is its testicles messaged. Okay, I just laughed writing that! But it is true. I could use the same old worn out cliches like "grab the bull by its horns" or someother nonsense. Gotta be original!
I had a huge pair of dragon balls in my hand! For anyone who has no idea what I'm talking about I'll give a little refresher on past events. I had a HUGE legal scare. I mean, in hindsight maybe I over-reacted a little bit and maybe misjudged the situation but when you're in a fight for your life I'm not sure you really can over react. But basically I thought I was being screwed on my appeals. It turned out to be a big mis-communication between my lawyer and I, but it took my reaction to get it all worked out and now I feel my lawyer knows I'm a fighter and I refuse to just roll over and get dry humped. Now we are in constant communication and my Federal Appeal, which is due on the 18th of this month is better than it ever would've been, I really believe it. I've seen the final content as my lawyer was here on Friday and I was relieved and excited at the draft. There are never any guarantees in the appeals process, but I do know that I have a strong argument and I just can't see how a Judge, if he is truly unbiased and fair, can ignore the facts.