"the samples"
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october 30th-31st & november 1st Infuriating article in the Daily Camera Friday morning. Sebastian says the cops were looking for a palm print up till last FEBRUARY! How bout LAST MONDAY as reported here! (Grand Jury poking thru house now owned by C.U. students.) Det.Gosage asked me if I was thirsty during the handwriting sampling. He got me a cup o water. Nice. Then he wants to stick a swab down me pie hole. The SHOES. Drop the shoes. Aside from words which I later learned were on the ransom note, he also had me do a thing called "THE LONDON TEST". I had to copy a senseless story about London which makes you write every charcter possible. Now, Gosage, he was pretty polite but there was ONE POINT wherein I'd lapsed into my REAL HANDWRITING again and he said, "If you don't watch out for that we'll have to come get you again for ANOTHER sample." See, the thing is you have to write the character like a typewriter. Kind of nervewracking to give samples purposely NOT in your style. But I GUESS that's the way it works. (Do I have the RIGHT to be worried about ANYTHING). Why don't you mosey on down to the nearest homicide squad and write "daughter" "100%" + "S.B.T.C." about five times each (amongst other words). Don't FORGET to SEE it registering in my mind about the THREAT of a second FUTURE sampling. Later there was undercover activity. You have GOT to have THAT BAGGEGE in your mind along with COURT CASES stretching out in 3 Counties, no place to LIVE, AND a maxed credit card from the Vancouver journey... You have got to LUMP all THAT under a GHOSTLY sheet and have IT standing next to me on the Ramsey porch. Burn baby burn. I almost drank down a bottle of embalming fluid I had in my dufflebag on the Ramsey patio. Mortuary flotsom/souvinier collector. Woulda been discovered stone dead clutching my throat. I was TIRED. No, I DON'T care much for this world, as a matter of fact. My face pushed up to the Ramsey windows. You know Patsy's painting was actually pretty good, hanging right there by the spiral staircase. Is fate going to have thew Ramsey's arrive for the G.J. just as the SEASON arrives. Poetic Justice? "Driveway cleared so JBR could ride her Xmas bike." hmmmm. Patio made of bricks with cement spaces in between. It'd be hard to shovel snow from the crevices, but probably possible to leave partial footprints. BIG FIGHT IN MEDIUM B. on Halloween. Hi N.R.G.-level. "FRIGHT NITE" was the vidoe. R.I.P. Roddy McDowell. Sept okay last night cuz I dragged in a filthy woolen blanket that was laying on the dayroom floor. Had to have it. I'm sure "JR" + "PR" would have wrinkled their noses with disgust. But one of my blankets turned GONE in the shakedowns last week. I don't open food packages with my teeth. And I'm not LOUD. God could I hear the Ramsey's nieghbors WELL the nite I was there. AND I could hear the Ramsey's phone ringing and ringing. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |