"baby snuggems gets media blocked"

january 5th My name is "Baby Snuggems"....and Baby Snuggems didn't get his attention today. Baby Snuggems didn't get to go on Peter Boyle's radio show this morning. Baby Snuggems was up all morning listening to it. But Baby Snuggems had his door popped open at *:00 am and was hustled to a very isolated hallway for emergency floor buffing. Rubbing sleep from his eyes,Baby Snuggems COULD flick the specks in someone's orange juice container in the guard's break room. People who would be liable to use the expression, "now, he's good people", usually AREN'T. This jail has become like a dirty diaper. "Anything you say can and will be used against you."  Sgt. Nelson just so happened to be talking about my scheduled appearance on the Boyle's show at the briefing for the all day shift officers only moments before I didn't get to do it. Now, hons, I know I've got plenty of objecting enemies out there, but the FACT is: if there's a phone in the modules, well, then, like others, I have the RIGHT to use it. I got a letter from a family member mentioning that a different family member had phoned her about the little story in the Rocky Mtn. News about the death at the Gilpin County jail. See ghosthood. I've also been able to SEE my website several times lately. How do you suppose that happens? "Give me fuel/give me fire". At the Denver Coroners Department there is a small room with 2 chairs. There's a table with fake flowers on it. The chairs face a long glass window. There's a table sized body elevator on the other side of the glass. Like a dumbwaiter it goes straight down to the autopsy room. Wouldn't it be GOOD if when they were having a viewing, they would let me ride up the elevator WITH the Corpsey Lorpsey. We could be NAKED and one of us could have a cigarette propped in piehole while the other could be smokin. I could SHREIK, "this beloved corpse was HOUNDED outta this world!" There could be feces throwing, horn blowing, you name it. Miserable. My cellie's mother had their lawyer bring the kid a journal to write in. Innocence stabs me so hard. So, so hard. Back under the blankets. J.T.Colfax [email protected]   current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries