“Packet of Death”
TEXAS United States of America
February 28th, 2011 2:30am
Welcome to my nightmare… tales from a dead man.
“If you fall to pieces in a crisis, there wasn’t much to you in the first place”
Good morning, live from Texas death row… as I sit here this new morning trying to get the voices inside my head to simmer down some, I want to start this part of the day off by saying a huge thanks and greetings to all the many faithful viewers of this blog worldwide and especially to all the wonderful friends and loved ones who have blessed my life and have went out of their way to show me what true friendship and love can do to ones soul.
Well since my last report a lot has happened to this ole’ Texas boy, and I will try my best to take a few steps back and get it all on this report as the events unfolded before me. If this sounds a bit confusing, it’s because it feels so surreal and as if I am having an outer-body experience and have been viewing all the last days from fat above, plus sleep has been very allusive for me and I’m sure has a lot to do with it.
So going back to the 24th of February, that’s the day we came off lockdown and returned to a somewhat normal existence of recreations and so forth. As I had mentioned in the previous blog, I’ve given credit to the ones who did shake us down and showed us some human compassion by not destroying our belongings, which again goes to the Polunsky shake down squad and the dozen or so field boss guards who had participated. Again, the way they did their job is proof these shake downs can be done professional if you have real professionals doing them and not a bunch of people drunk with authority.
The 25th of February started out with the normal things I do as I enter into a new day, so as I’m sitting in my own comfort zone typing out a letter I am given a letter by the mail room ladies from my attorney, which was the start of the emotional filled day that’s about to unfold before me. So as I’m trying to get a better hold on my sanity two guards show up at my cell door and say that I’m being escorted to the Majors office! In this world of doom and gloom a trip to the Major’s office is almost like being told to report to the principal’s office when you are a kid at school, except for here when it happens you are about to be told you are about to be real dead real soon.
So I’m escorted down the hall, and it’s so wild knowing what’s about to come, and as I’m walking down the hall I see people talking but all I hear is the sound of the blood rushing into my head, even my footsteps are a loud echo now. And as I enter the office of the Major I see that it’s one of his trusted and respected Lieutenants and before him on the desk is a packet of death which consists of all the papers I must fill out two weeks prior to my departure, last meal and all that stuff. And as he is telling me everything that he is required to say and it’s still as a loud echo and everything is in slow motion. Very surreal and I’m not sure if any of it makes sense to you readers… it’s a wild feeling I can assure you.
So I’m escorted back to my POD and as I enter the door all the loudness and chaos comes flooding back to me (The hall way is quiet and calm) and as the few people who are in the inner rec cages see me, there‘s instant quiet, because everyone knows where I just came from and where I’m about to be taken too. As I walk back to my cell, I receive a few silent nods of the head which we are all aware of in this place of death meaning “take care” and good luck.
So as I start to pack up all my worldly belongings the POD guards come to me and say its recreation time for me, and am I still wanting to go outside as scheduled, I say yes and away we go, me and my little buddy Olsen. The two hours went so fast, there was no clouds in the sky and the end result is I’m still sunburned and it’s Monday morning… how pathetic is that, so deprived of sunshine that two hours is almost like a full day at the lake. The final visit with my friend was really great and an emotional even for both of us.
So as I sit here and type this I’m sitting in my new death watch cell which has a fancy infrared camera mounted to the wall… it’s like that reality show my hero Ozzy Osbourne had done, hahaha… man what a freaking nightmare, and there is only three others in this whole section, those three are the next ones to be killed by the State… I’m the fourth in line.
But with all that said and done, I’m still very much unbroken and proud as ever to be the true AMERICAN that I am… I was born one, and I’ll be dying as one. LOUD AND TEXAS PROUD!