"a little of that goes a long way"
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december 14th I did my first bit of hallway buffing this morning. REJECTED. Had to redo it in the afternoon. Too waxy. Donna Ahlbrandt, the food service supervisor, says I am permanently banned from the kitchen by LT. HAAS. But Haas said he passed on the website complaints but did not RECOMMEND or insist on my removal from the kitchen. No one wants to admit to it. That in itself shows a bizarre and unexpected power to this process. Yeah, the power to anonymously turn the screws on me. Enforced instability. I always knew there was a plot. And down in Douglas County I was deliberately placed in that problematic pod...yet...someone with a TRIPLE murder case like JAMES GARNER gets classified into a more General Population. Incidentally, one thing I was not FREE to write about under scrutiny down there is that after my beating the Douglas County Jail made material changes in the pod in which it happened. For one thing the front windows of the pod had been covered with blinds ( forgodsakes) to prevent inmates from waving to each other from pod to pod in deference to the fact that it also blocks guards from seeing Lengthy Beatings. Can I relax enough to start reading a book now? Meanwhile, about this time I guess Patsy Ramsey is baking Christmas cookies down in Atlanta. I wonder if Pam Paugh has supplied Patsy with new copies of the family recipes since Patsy's were taken from the Charlevoix house for handwriting samples. I really truly have NO CLUE where I'll be on Xmas. Why can't they store me in the PARIS jail for the duration? The way these Boulder guards CATER to the most violent lunkheads makes me sick. I KNOW the outgoing president CAN'T pardon the Ramseys cuz killing their daughter wasn't a federal crime. But Gov. Roy Romer is leaving office soon...and he's washed up so some pro Ramsey nut really ought to suggest that Romer be handed ACCESS to a briefcase full o cash, and the day after Xmas exchange it for a pardon. If I had a briefcase full o caqsh I'd move back to NYC upon release. One time I was walking with PETER CAIN ( a now deceased artist) near 14th street and at a big vacant field in the middle of the city we IMAGINED buying it and erecting a surburban Brady Bunch type house for all of lower Manhattan to freak out upon. But Peter's brain exploded and I've still never made any money dreaming. Literary skills, mortuary memories. Lack of laughter. Last night I plucked the last page from a legal pad and thought to stand there unraveling the bits of paper left stuck to the glue. It does seem like a LOT could be learned carefully there, but then I threw it down so I could get a good seat for THE SIMPSONS. "The second night of Hannukah brings me news from Matthewsika on the
telephonika. I heard about fliers in NYC and Atlantika. I put my head under
my pillowika. What'll happen nextika. resentmentaka. It's not all my faultaka.
What are YOU gonna DOOICKAH?"
A little of that goes a long way. Last year at this time I was in Intake. the year before that I was going to the government run beer and wine store off Granville Street, near a big construction site in Vancouver. Regularly buying Chinese mishmash from a sidewalk window and leaving it rotting on my hotel room radiator all the live long day . Watching Letterman at 4:30 in the afternoon. So rarely venturing outside. So utterly lost...anything could happen. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |