Well, here I sit, pen in hand. Pondering again. For I am told this blog is getting some hits, but MORE would be better. I need lots of people involved as steadies. I am counting on your support to help me gain the relief I so deserve after 24 years.

I wish for thee that I could really pen the meat of it about Federal Prison. But, to do so, I, Like before could be swiftly dragged off to the hole. Chained up and shipped, and shipped, and shipped… So I try to not to make my post so bad. I truly do, of course, try to write things that keep the people interested. So, here goes…

Joe was sitting on a slight rise. He was facing the three fences. In-between the fences were layers of razor wire, 12 feet tall. What Joe was staring at was the forrest just beyond the fences. This was in Marion, early 80′s. “What’s up Joe?” I asked as I sat next to him. Then I froze, noticing that he was weeping. To see someone like Joe crying was rare. For Joe was a true convict.

“Got my monthly call from Maw-Maw to day”. Joe is from the south and talks with a deep southern draw. “Homer, that dawg, told on me. Homer got out awhile back. Get’s married, has a bunch of kids, and robs a friggin bank. Gets caught, and rats on me.”

“Rats on you, with what?” I asked “Dawg told bout Bush Axe, they found his body in the cement at Gatesville State Prison”

Joe went on to explain, that in that southern state prison, many years back. Homer, Bush axe and Joe were on a work detail, laying cement. Joe whacked Bush Axe in the head. Of course, the two of them, then pushed his body into the cement, burying him.

Both Joe and Homer get locked in the hole for helping Bush Axe escape. Or so it seemed. Anyways, last I heard, Joe was still on Death Row in some maximum prison, like that of Marion. Joe was actually the lesser of many evils.

I wrote a whole manuscript on this tale-if you would like to read more, just hope I get out soon so I may publish this and the over 25 stories I have to date. I do have a published book available only through the Webelievegroup… “Pain Grows A Platinum Rose” email them at webelievegroup@msn.com to arrange getting a copy.

Thanks to all that take the time to read my postings, and that support me, as well as the other
“Non-Violent Offenders” who deserve a second chance.

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