Texas Death Camp
September 28th, 2010 12:51pm
Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man!
The acts of life are the destiny of the next
Day eight of the lockdown is upon us and no one seems to be in a rush to complete the task at hand, as far as I know the shakedown is still in the population side of this prison… death row is on its own side and in another building altogether! So as you know from the last blog this place has been toss’n us Johnny Sacks for meals and thus far I’ve counted 23 peanut butter sandwiches and 15 full sized potatoes and a dozen or so slices of cheese on moldy bread. It’s bad too; after the guards feed you see tators and smashed sandwiches all over the floor in front of the cells. Unfit for human consumption… then, since I’m on one row, I sit at the door and watch tators come sailing over the rail from two row ~ like grenades being tossed about. It looks like a food fight has taken place. It’s not a laughing matter; if you were to see how these sacks of mush were being passed out you’d understand!
A few minutes ago, another condemned soul on our section was escorted out ~ he has to go back to Fort Worth Texas to speak to the judge and to be told what day he is to die. The lap dog attorneys he had were not even going to allow him to be present, I gave my advice, he wrote the judge and only now is he able to be present and voice his concerns. But to watch him walk out of here such as he just did is a strange feeling and hard to explain. It’s a chance that’s the last time we ever see him again. The Texas death machine has been turned on once again.
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