Christmas on Death Row 2
Texas Death Row
December 15th, 2009 3:20am
Welcome to my nightmare… Tales from a dead man.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all – friends and enemies alike!
I sit here in the extremely calm and quiet morning with a cup of coffee, a few of my happy memories and a calendar that has 17 more spaces that need to be scratched off for the year of 2009 is almost gone. I’ve actually scratched thru each day on this calendar and am shocked at how fast this year has went by. I could fill up a room with my past stress, anxiety and depression of 2009. The death and executions are taking their toll on me! Where the hell is my comfort zones? Where the hell am I? Its hell on earth, Merry Christmas to all!
I was looking out my window, the small slot at the back of my cage of “Doom and Gloom” and I noticed the wild cats that live within our hell on earth. Yes folks, cats and there’s a dozen or so that are apparently well fed because of their size. And I know we have huge rats in Texas and here as well because I’ve seen a rat climb the outer wall by visitation one day and it actually shocked me and the two guards who had the duty of escort. But the reason I am even on this subject is I wanted to share a memory of this place. A few months ago I had a visit on a Saturday Night, and about 10:00pm I’m being escorted back and going down the long sidewalk which is enclosed by fence and razor wire there’s a cat caught on the razor wire, yelping in pain, blood dripping from its wound and as we walk by not one word was said. I was shocked and looking out my window brought that memory flooding back. Hell on earth!
Well folks the day has started… “Chow time” CHOW TIME! Lights on if you’re eating, LIGHTS ON IF YOU’RE EATING! Those words have just shattered the calm morning that I try to enjoy every chance I get. I’ve always been like this, the memories of getting up early to help my grandpa feed the horses and cattle before he left for work and me off to school are still fresh in my mind. Carry’n an arm full of hay, a bucket full of oats with our faithful dog trotting by our sides is what we did each morning, long before the sun was even up. Memories. What would we do without them?
True American Till Death!
Merry Christmas to all!
Mary Anthony Stroman, 2009
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