I was busy today
sending motions to court, getting documents to Peg Swan at the Forum For
Understanding Prisons, information to have my dad look into for me (poor guy),
I did a second take on my Fernando Torres sketch for the Mugshot series (much
better) and I even ran five miles.
Plus I was
showing the guys how wasted my right arm is that I cannot even get the
basketball to the baseline, let alone the basket, from the free throw
line. The cancer has wasted me
away. I am little more than sagging
flesh.
Steve Wankowski
gave me more banana chips too.
Fernando wanted
me to get across, when exhibiting his portrait, that he believes he is the
longest serving juvenile lifer in Wisconsin.
So I need to keep making these so our stories get out.
I am not the man
I was twenty-three years ago when I committed my crimes. Nor are a majority of us who have spent
twenty, thirty, forty, and more years behind bars.
I am very tired
but had a satisfying day. I believe my
best day post-quarantine since returning from the hospital. Although the arm and shoulder weakness is a
challenge, which will rear its ugly head when I try to take off my socks.
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