"morty screams out to lt. weasel (haas)"
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december 31st & january 1st-3rd
And so.. .Detective VALENCIA of the Denver PD's HOMICIDE SQUAD slaps down eine photo of yer average corpsey lorpsey on the desk. "Where was this one taken?"he asks. Like some sort of trading card, this photo depicts eme slack-jawed corpzilla w/ a "HAPPY NEW YEAR" sign. MUNI. . .if you are out there, please roll yer eyes (while you still can) I have SNAPPED out of my long recent depression. Happy as eine
school-girl who's parents won't kill her. But let's remove our hats
for the man in Colorado Springs who laid himself out on the train tracks
on New Years Day. Conductor reports the man STARED him in the
eye as the wheels on the train went round and round. I bet
he had the PETULANT look a person gets when they realize they're in a world
of Goethe sell outs.
I learned at dinner tonight that while I was en tour in Gilpin County someone in Boulder's INTAKE POD shoved his dirty underwear inside the cooler what contains the beverage for meals. On Nov.17th it was, to be exact. "Marty" and Koslowski, two inmate best buds (older-know-it-alls) are the ones what opened the cooler in the dishroom and learned the truth about people. NOW IT CAN BE TOLD: ALEX BOYCE, formerly of Boulder beer riot fame, and currently of Marina Del Rey since he got out on a reconsideration of his sentence~,told me in June 1998 that when another rioter named "CORTLAND" got ACQUITTED in a much publicized trial, two detectives came a-stumblin over to the jail and tried hoping against hope, to see if Boyce knew Cortland, and more importantly, if he knew any DIRT they could USE to re-try him. Oh, the vindictive spite. (Another reason to give thanks to godsey wadsey, wouldnt you say so patsy watsy. . . you ve got nothing to complain about cop-wise) NOW IT MIGHT AS WELL BE TOLD: Morty, the mortuary pie (he's featuring a sort of acne faced Cherry pie look tonight with REALLY glazed-over eyes) wants to report this one. Hear his voice as FEEDBACK. Go Morty; bubble and gurgle and do your stuff: "the hooooooootch, the hoooooootch,
LT. HAAS, the hootch that the kitchen workers drank before they got
in the "fracas" in November. . . .I have a vision Lt. Haas,.... I think
it's still in the kitchen,
Hope you realize Morty was shrieking that "classification" bit. There is no irony in me having trouble with CLASSIFICATION. Why those dullards couldn't classify a rotting corpse.... Rita Burger being a case in point. My cellie didn't survive the holiday weekend. Some pot was smoked in the module and they tried to piss-test him but he refused. (Along with a couple others) They moved him to the HOLE. And so finally I'm on a bottom bunk again. Luckily my new cellie isn't an ATROCITY. Some kid from Virginia. . real young, burglary charges, scared. So when we lock down for our first night together tonight I'm gonna glaze over my eyes and YELLL about the talkin mortuary pie. No, I've been as helpful as I can without seeming overbearinge I'm not like YOU. Imagine Murphy or Nodules as a cellie. oh, turn up the retort full blast. There was a purty good door-kickin noise riot at the turn of the year. You could even hear Medium- B. Wet - soakin dirty magazine photos were found balled up in the shower. "Celebrate~good times. ..come on." I got a letter from eine jaded/bitter New Yorker, resentful of my attitude and spending of jail postage. He says I oughtta be "showing" the jailers how I have "rehabilitated" myself while I was here. Always the phrase "admittedly I have not been in the situation," yes, and always a "but." This 300 pound-wonder reports he'd have spent his imaginary time in jail doing sit ups. I wonder which guard one is supposed to display thier rehabilitation to... they're all busy playing cards with inmates, talkin bout each others sex lives, searching for cigarettes, and playing on the internet. If people want to coagulate together in a rulebound ORDER, well then,
THE COST is: you have to PAY the room and board for those you squeeze out
of play. There are ~lenty here wbo could have benefitted from SOMETHING
ELSE other than jail, THIS AINT ABOUT REHABILITATION.
This is watching ~ the clockender....... and when a WRONG attitude
reaches me, well, I shove it right back. I think you people OWE me
a better blanket than the one I roll around restlessly under every night.
Digg deep-deep~ you cheep-cheep scoundrels. Gimme gimme gimme.
There must be a WENDY'S near the jail. One sees guards with more
of their logo-filled cups than the other places. A good burger and
fries is probably at the top of the most MISSED list of things on the "outs."
"Bible 5tudy," the guard bellows as a few inmates shuffle across the hall for "fellowship." When I was in Vancouver some preachers used to set up a caravan across from my hotel on Granville Street. oh, they'd preach + preach with a bullhorn to a LONG line of people who just wanted EAT the glop they'd hand out later. It was MISERABLE, not helpful. Invasive, not rehabilitative, oh, how I rolled in my bed wrestling with demons, locked in a "half-cobain" position. Tick, tick, tick. Time was getting short. Christmas 96 was drawing ever-nearer. I was waiting for it, I was waiting for something HORRIBLE to happen. You'll see. Someone jumped (+died) from the tier at the Gilpin County Jail on NEW
YEARS DAY. A "FULL COBAIN WITH A TWIST".
The wheels on the bus go round and round. I 'm alive.
It was about this time two years ago that I got back in the mort. biz.
Turn Ramseys off tv to go apply for a job.
Why does rejecting everything YOUR two-faces stand for AUTOMATICALLY mean PUNISHMENT? Why not a cabin in the woods? YOU have got to make it EASIER to get out of your selfish all-knowing, harmfull WAY. End note:
A new week, a new year begins. I see the light at the end of THIS tunnel, but I see the train light too. See Nov 19th posting RE: conditions at Gilpin County Jail. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |