"shipped AWAY"
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november 11th Right after commissary this morning just as I settled back into bed, my door "clicked" again. A guard said "wrap it up" and would not tell me where I was going. STOP. Up in the front of the Boulder Jail's booking area I tried to call Peter Boyles show (w/Dan Capliss sitting in) and just as the producer answered, a guard physically pushed the phone's gook down and then yelled to another guard to turn a switch which would disconnect the phone outright. After a lengthy wait, I was placed in a van (facing backwards) and in moments I was in the mountains. I ended up at the Gilpen County Jail, way far out from civilization. No matter what comes, I hope to continue writing but there will be a glitch for awhile in that I can't even order the stamped envelopes one must use here 'til Saturday and they won't arrive 'til Tuesday. THEN what other communication problems will there be? Interesting article in the Rocky Mtn. News about the increased security in Boulder especially in light of recent postings. And proponents want to say I know nothing! How many foreshadowed SCOOPS do I have to have? My brain isn't wracked with NODULES like some people and I have not had a cocktail in quite some time. Once again I am DISPLACED. Soon they'll arrest the NUT what done it and she'll know this shock and these headaches. Maybe I should mention that I'd like a Ham & Cheese sandwich since my words bring action. But then, it might just get indicted! My letters here are read BEFORE they send them out. This place is much more like a rock to be a weed growing in...I guess it's only typical that the PRIVILEGED get to stay at the HILTON while I get tossed out to this DAYS INN. Day by Day. All my files - what's not on the net - were taken from me and left at the Boulder Jail. No addresses, No legal papers, no ACCESS to the ONE public defender that would do the right thing and not lie to me and give me my due. And only yesterday I was pacing my Boulder cell Nixon-like thinking of all the possible precedents to come up with inmates on the net. And so what we have is the probable destruction of my legal files and my painful transplanting. If I were to be going on about Morgan's activity without the documents, would you believe me? We'll press on. I know some supportive thoughtful names like Mrs. B, Pelican, Dianne E., Stingray, A.BJ. to rumble in my head. For now I am blowing gelatinous chunks of black blood from my nose. The altitude is killing me. There are deer outside. I'll write in a week! current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |