Merry Christmas from a small cage.
Texas Death Camp
December 9, 2010 2:52am
Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Merry Christmas from a small cage inside Texas Death Row. The ole’ morning has snuck up on me again and it’s always a blessing to have had a few hours of undisturbed sleep… it’s been so cold in these concrete tombs that I had to sleep beneath the blanket and I’ve noticed that has another positive to it beside staying warm, it also keeps the beam of light from the security guards from disturbing ones sleep. That’s one reason I slept so well last night, so at the moment it’s all about the coffee, a few good tunes on the radio and hope of a good day.
Yesterday was a nightmare, at about 7am a crew of security guards came to our section (which holds 14 of us) and told us to get ready to be moved for a few hours to empty cells so the welding crew can weld iron plates over our “co-ax cable box and electrical outlet”… (one wall is made of stainless steel) so we move the belongings beneath our bunks and stuff our shelves full so the gust and welding shavings don’t get all over our possessions. When we returned to our cells it was unbelievable… dust, metal shavings and dirt was on everything… it took me all day to scrub the walls, floors and I had to use my bath rowel… metal shavings are now embedded into my feet. What a nightmare. I know this sounds a bit petty but just imagine a crew of welders coming into your home with grinders and welders and when they’re done you return to see the aftermath of destruction you must clean… and the only thing you have is your towel you must shower with. No brooms are allowed to us, no mops… NOTHING!
It amazes me, all these so called “book smart” people who run this place are so damn sidewalk stupid…
Merry Christmas To All