I take my brain out and put it in a goldfish bowl. It is a 24 karat brain. The politicians are always trying to reduce convict’s sentences. Why don’t they reduce victims’ injuries? As a felon I enjoyed prison. Don’t do me any favors. I cried when I left, facing an insecure world.
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The thoughts in my brain, in my goldfish bowl, are wet as water and soggy as failure.
I sold my wife’s six karet diamond wedding ring and her diamond necklace when I lost my business in 1993.
Jail was an enriching experience but not in terms of money. I had forgotten about some assets but most were gone.
I think my dishwasher job payed about 6 cents an hour. In the outside world I earned a thousand dollar an hour. Ah, but the hours pass. Who gives a damn?
I am approaching brokenness like an Indian on his knees trailing ripped moccasins. My teepee is my soul. I get in touch with myself.
I had a good time in jail because I didn’t want to admit that the administration had beaten me.
In fact they hadn’t. I won in that I could accept punishment with a smile.