Prison Pete
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Too Much Coke?
The forty-eight cans (eight six-packs) of Diet Coke last two weeks.
While there has been several two week periods where I have only drank thirty-six cans, this week is looking like a full eight six-pack period.
I finished the last of my ten chocolate bars I had purchased at the commissary prior to the latest one. That means I have gone from a one candy bar per day habit to ten candy bars over twenty-one days and will not be buying more than one or two candy items in the future.
There are two reasons for that change: one being the desire to limit "excess" calories with the decrease in my walking, and the second reason is the additional cost of buying extra cans of black beans, corn and tomato sauce so that I can have ten meals over the two week period.
Each meal is shared with one other inmate. He gets some goodies from home once a month, but I share my meal with him without cost to him. Just part of my bit to contribute random acts of kindness to other inmates around me.
In addition I am slowly building up a number of 'clients' for my free legal and prison system assistance.
I started off the typing today by typing two letters to the prison staff with questions two of my fellow inmates needed answers to.
While there has been several two week periods where I have only drank thirty-six cans, this week is looking like a full eight six-pack period.
I finished the last of my ten chocolate bars I had purchased at the commissary prior to the latest one. That means I have gone from a one candy bar per day habit to ten candy bars over twenty-one days and will not be buying more than one or two candy items in the future.
There are two reasons for that change: one being the desire to limit "excess" calories with the decrease in my walking, and the second reason is the additional cost of buying extra cans of black beans, corn and tomato sauce so that I can have ten meals over the two week period.
Each meal is shared with one other inmate. He gets some goodies from home once a month, but I share my meal with him without cost to him. Just part of my bit to contribute random acts of kindness to other inmates around me.
In addition I am slowly building up a number of 'clients' for my free legal and prison system assistance.
I started off the typing today by typing two letters to the prison staff with questions two of my fellow inmates needed answers to.
Comments:
Gotta lotta say. I was only a naïve 19 when I began… and finished my novel with a plethora of extremely helpful insights which you may have not yet realized; engrossing wit, sardonic satire; and basically straight-forward-Jesus that’d make anyone cognizant this is only a test of our Finite Existence. For we alone decide which Eternity to go to, Upstairs or DownTown, because we alone have free-choice. Thus, God Almighty respects U.S. when we arrive at the Final Judgment because sHe loves U.S.
Phazers on stun. I talk of a Heavenly Scent, an ardent desire with the whiff of a definite locale, while I bolster the mean, Great Beyond with the passion of a magnanimous madman: Full of some gorgeous, panoramic, tall-true-tales making U.S. yearn and sigh for Heaven Above; A novel of short-stories, quotes, prayers, poetry, hardcore-heartbreaking-hilarity, aggressive conundrums, Salvador-Dali-homily, and some savvy-MHz, avant-garde, Phat-Boy-Christianity from a severely, head-injured Catholic you might call crazy. That’s, uh, all very well-N-good... but, yet, who ever said YOU were sane? Touché? After this is all over, I expect Him to edit my theoretical cranium. I seeeriously doubt He will, though. Jesus loves the crazies who aren’t necessarily conformed by what others think of 7th Heaven.
What you’ll find in my wonderful, fruitFULL, dynamic novel is an incredible, indelible treasure, unlike any other in the known cosmos. It’s by moi. And I’m one-of-a-kind. Not bragging, brudda. sHe threw away the mold. ONE o’me is plenty HeeHee If you decide to read this baroque script, get in touch with my CPA, Edward Foree, at 1-785-266-9111. Out next week. Poifect for X-mass, evangelism, or just to curl-up and read on a rainy day when you realize the Son‘s behind the clouds!
GOD BLESS YOU WITH DISCERNMENT!!
Long Live Christ the King
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Phazers on stun. I talk of a Heavenly Scent, an ardent desire with the whiff of a definite locale, while I bolster the mean, Great Beyond with the passion of a magnanimous madman: Full of some gorgeous, panoramic, tall-true-tales making U.S. yearn and sigh for Heaven Above; A novel of short-stories, quotes, prayers, poetry, hardcore-heartbreaking-hilarity, aggressive conundrums, Salvador-Dali-homily, and some savvy-MHz, avant-garde, Phat-Boy-Christianity from a severely, head-injured Catholic you might call crazy. That’s, uh, all very well-N-good... but, yet, who ever said YOU were sane? Touché? After this is all over, I expect Him to edit my theoretical cranium. I seeeriously doubt He will, though. Jesus loves the crazies who aren’t necessarily conformed by what others think of 7th Heaven.
What you’ll find in my wonderful, fruitFULL, dynamic novel is an incredible, indelible treasure, unlike any other in the known cosmos. It’s by moi. And I’m one-of-a-kind. Not bragging, brudda. sHe threw away the mold. ONE o’me is plenty HeeHee If you decide to read this baroque script, get in touch with my CPA, Edward Foree, at 1-785-266-9111. Out next week. Poifect for X-mass, evangelism, or just to curl-up and read on a rainy day when you realize the Son‘s behind the clouds!
GOD BLESS YOU WITH DISCERNMENT!!
Long Live Christ the King
