"another death in boulder jail"
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may 31
POSTING FOR MAY 31st AND MANY DAYS PREVIOUS
And so this groaning long weekend began with les bang of rapo FALCON
showing up with photo in les Daily Camera. I guess I was the only long
termer here and I did NOT pull Falcons file in conversation with a single
other person. So no one knew what his case was, that is to say, about that
pesky little incident in Dec. 97 wherein he laid in what, penis a throbbin, and
hyped out and hit a CU student with a barbell to rape her.
So "LOCAL" section were circulated in every corner of the pod. Everyone
absorbed the info and stared and whispered. No one was more resolute in
seeing to this than the mullet headed idiot down the tier from me in #23.
Oh yes, and he clouded up Falcon atmosphere further several times by shutting
his door, leaving his locked in his room. He was TWICE thwarted in his attempts
to get a GUARD to move him to another module.
But then, FALCON went to court in the afternoon, we had our cleaning
inspection, we had dinner, then came "Saving of les private by the name
a RYAN." And so with these distractions les heat fell away from Falcon.
"It�s hard to salvage jettisoned cargo and if it�s retrieved it�s usually
irreparably damaged."
This is what Rhett Buttler done tole to Miss Scalet about her morals
and dat dare coldness of heaven.
Big hole neatly torn in the daily camera when Falcon got a hold og it,
"Why�d you rip up the paper?" asked Big Institutionalized whisperer Gene.
"Because I Didn�t want everyone to see it." shyly answered les rapist extraordinnaire
with a winning smile.
But Saturday morning Falcon was out watching TV and relatin to les boys
by saying what he�d like to be doing to the teen stars of a show called,
ONE WORLD. Meanwhile my neighbor Jim Jones is wondering something awful
if any articles will be showing up bout his wife complainin dat he was
molestin her kids. He pled guilty to it FRIDAY
And it upset him sumpin frightful. He pushes up dem colabottle glasses
and swear left & right the wife say it fo spite. I remember when AL
LAUGHIN was here and pointed out JONES as a LOON to me.
And then we can turn our attention to les death of Karl Martinee and
the superfast way in which the coroner done declare dat death natcher/
compared to Flach�s. I know it�s not about the Ramseys but I�m sure they
were busy listening to the 911 tape the court entered turned over to them
so they were clustered in their own burning Atlanta. Anyway, Martinee was
heyah fo shopliftin, and the sad part is his WIFE was right on les other
side of the wall in the Womans module. So she�s probably in Checklerslovakia
telling em they done EXECUTED her husband for SHOPLIFTING in Boulder. And
maybe even relatin it to the CASE if she wants to, go ahead , everyone
does
Finally recently I saw Jay Leno make a Ramsey joke. Sometimes I forget
how national it is. Anyway, I�ve digressed just when I wanted to tell you
that YVONE as sourt of countrefied guard dound les corpse. Now this is
funny because Yvonne is ALWAYS back there in the WOMENS/mens INTAKE, and
I have INDEED laughed with guards about the possible day when she and Patzilla
do meet. I guess we laugh because it don�t seem like it�ll go good.
Anyway, so Yvonne say unto les corpse, "Are you alright" and the corpse
he doan say nettin. So Yvonne, she say into her radio "Man down-Man down,"
and everybody comes in running. So someone do the CPR and hideous chunks
of conflakes comes a FLYIN out. "Kiss the corpse." For all the guts and
severed heads Iv�e done had inmy hands this just makes me SICK to hear.
Then they done left him there for about 2 hours and they abused him
with photography and finally led les carcass away. I snuck up to booking
and wrote "Deliver to Gail Swinger c/o general delivery Wash.D.C." on les
toe tag. Well maybe I din do any sech thing. Maybe I had it sent to �Lanta
to a person what think it clever to write snappily the word "YAWN" after
others in chat rooms. That�s what the hairs on yo head say izn�t it Wilton
b4 dey jump right off your head.
And then by Sunday what we could see was that Monseiur Falcon had charmed
over the mullet head what seeks to act as our PODFATHER these days and
even has les podfather cutting his head with les electric clippers checked
out from the guard booth. This seduction took TWO HOURS but now monsieur
had manipulated less choppy seas on which to rest. Problem solved.
Couldn�t help but to see Deputy who works in the INTAKE POD in Douglas
County in the news (due to the motorcycle death of a colleague) and let
my mind go strolling down les lone do memory, this has been going on AWHILE
hasn�t it. But then brought back to the cheap present when some bum with
RED hair sitting wrapped in his comfy blanket screamed out "YEAHHHHH-got
one" about the cop death. Dep. Nuanes happened to be right behind him and
so done shined his flashlight on him and said "LOCKDOWN RIGHT NOW."
And, of course, the main thing is, I was able to rip MAY from my calender
and flush it down the toilet. Onwards.
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