Jenkins was a sleep,or was he? Three are two kinds of sleep when caged up that puts one between two worlds. a living one, and a dead living one. The talk with Alice prior to him dozing, about the deep shit she was in because she prepared, premeditated the whole thing. Shooting him in a [...]

George Martorano was a low level “pot” dealer in the 70’s-he was approched by “agents”, and supposedly led a 3 year, 75 MILLION dollar, drug smuggling ring-after 3 years of “agent orchastrated” drug deals that George could have never done WITHOUT them, he was arrested, plead guilty, and was given a LIFE NO PAROLE sentence. [...]

It is night, I sit alone in a small closet on the second level of my cell block.

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.”

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 [...]