It is night, I sit alone in a small closet on the second level of my cell block.
Archive for March, 2007
I am asked at times… “What’s it like?” “My God, how do you do it?”… and all I can say is… “Here I remain, here, you can find me through my pen.”
Today I sit in the waiting room of the medical department. I just sat down, when I was told that a friend of mine, Bob, had just died. I have known Bob for many years. He was a guy that always had a joke. I bet he is telling one now at the Pearly Gates, […]
I really don’t know what is wanted from me concerning this blog. I am told it is some sort of diary. I am to write things daily of my world of the “caged”. Man has been caging man for oh so long. It’s nothing new. One can endure and try not to let themselves wilt. […]
Today is the first day that I pen for the FreeGeorge.us blog. It is a hard day. Today is the day my only son was killed on a motorcycle in 2001. A day that I am tried, a day were I need to find places alone… to think of him, love him, and pray.