[at-l] Journals

[Felix J]

Linda Patton wrote:
> Second (third? fourth?) the motion.  Between you and Felix and  
> others ( everyone one feel free to join in -- Ginny O writes wonderful 
> ones!) maybe we could have at least one a day.  Let the journals 
> begin...

April 17th  1979

A slow rain falls outside. More than a drizzle, less than a rain, 
really. A heavy fog that you can see through, sorta. It's like you could 
walk in it without getting too wet. But, you'd get wetter than you want 
to be. I think it's stopped now, though.

Anyway, my cellmate, Juan...or, Pablo...some damned thing...is sleeping 
on the floor. He says he likes the coolness of the dirt better than the 
stench of the mattress. At least he has a mattress. My mattress is a 
piece of 3/8 inch plywood. Which I don't mind so much except that the 
urine-drain holes are all chew-splintered by the mice and rats. 

As I stand here watching it not rain outside, hand holding one of the 
bars crossing my window, protecting me from the outside, and the outside 
from me, I am remind of the time it wasn't raining at that one park I 
went to. It was nice that day.


-- 
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ME-->GA '98
"Your Move"
ALT '03 KT '03
http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/