My fellow Americans, friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your eyes! One score
years ago, I voluntarily walked into this illustrious penal institution,
eschewing Belize. (Robert, if you're out there, please write! I have been
worried about you!)Between the red heifer and the while buffalo and the
ceiling caving in where St. Francis is entombed, 2012 at the outset seemed safe.
I was wrong. This world is never freaking going to end. My Lord delayeth His
coming :) :( (j/k). You see, Mensa is not all it's cracked up to be!
Anyway, prison has been in the final analysis a blessing, albeit a mixed bag.
The icehouse, the low-life scum wimmen I've tried to
befriend, always all in vain, leading to the inevitable conclusion: There are no
friends in prison. Really, women do not make good friends. That line about "to
have a friend, be a friend" is not true. Are there any friends in life? No. The
human "race" is a very solitary affair. But we can't get dogs in here. One would
sure beat my brothers!Why am I writing this? Why not? Why ask why, Bud
Dry? Iggy said he would descend into alcoholism if he retired. No, you need
Jesus and Mary (and they want you, too) and the inventor of this whole glorious
training ground. He who shines brighter than 10,000 suns. The mountain of white
fire. The only One who will ever
really give a damn about you. He's listening. His
seven eyes roam the earth. Turn to Him now!
Maura Levine #901149
Mountain View Unit
2305 Ransom Road
Gatesville, TX 76528