I asked my friend Brooke to introduce herself on the blog. She did. I am proud to welcome her aboard.....
For the last few months she has managed all the posts you read, and the super fabulous art you view. She posted her introduction and mailed me a copy so I could read it. I enjoy her outlook on life. Brooke takes a more conservative approach on life than I do. And....she's still on your side of the fence too. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here.
While reading her introduction, I laughed when I read her comment about S'mores, canoe races and campfire songs. For never being in prison, she has taken time to become educated about life behind bars. Something many people never do. Unfortunately, those are the same people who jump to comment on how "easy we have it".
The ironic part is their comments will change tomorrow when their own son/daughter, brother/sister, cousin or friend is convicted and locked away. Trust me, Karma is a bitch and about the time we feel we have all the answers she shows us differently. So is life.
That same sheriff that banned mail in the Muskegon jail? He changes his tune when he has one too many drinks at the local waterhole and hits a pedestrian on his drive home. He catches a felony-manslaughter charge and is sitting in jail himself. About that time, he's gonna wish he could get a little more than a postcard from his loved one at mail call. What? You think the sheriff is above the law? Shit happens!
Whether you believe in Karma, Buddah, or God himself....you try to play God? Prepare to meet him. While you sit in your lonely cell, you'll have plenty of time to chat with him.
Brooke also stated that she doesn't always agree with me. No, she doesn't and she tells me when she doesn't. We are both 33 years old, but have lived completely different lives. While she tells me about college, Corporate America and raising kids.......I tell her about stealing cars, selling dope and toting guns. I smile to meet the woman she became, and the friend who never points a finger in my direction.
The world needs more "Brookes". I'm proud to have her as my partner on this blog. I will try hard to not corrupt her in the process. :) Really, my pieces are less offensive....I think.
Now, the people I offend mostly are in my yoga class. Yeah. I say "yoga" and you think I'm in a country club. In fact, studies show that yoga, church and meditation tend to calm prisoners and cut back on aggression problems. Yoga is anything but calming to me when I'm tied into a pretzel, then stood on my head. My stress is relieved in the form of gas....from my ass, and the only people I'm offending are the others in my class. They finally made me move my mat to the far back corner. Now, I get a splendid view of a dozen men's asses as they do Sun Salutations in front of me.
Bottom line? I'm doing something right these days. On the street I was fired from jobs, late to work, violated my probation, fucked up a marriage and was in and out of jail. I was far from reliable. Today, I wake up early every day, keep my family close, draw art, write for a blog, attend classes and I haven't been in any trouble in a long time.
I keep my family close by mail. Sherriff Postcard, you want to help your community? Allow the men and women to communicate with friends and family from your jail. Cut that off? You cut off a prisoner's life line. A life line that they need as they work to better themselves!
Allow me to personally thank each and every person who stops to read this blog. This project is a labor of love. It runs on donated time. Something I have plenty of. Brooke? Not so much. We do this not just for me, but to give you something to think about. I see you. Thank you for your time! If you enjoy this, then please "like" us on Facebook. Share us with a friend. Just come back...ya hear? HA!HA!
Peace out!
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Call Me "Forest"....
Fall has past, and winter is here. Depending on where you live, the leaves have changed colors and snow has covered the ground. The days get shorter and the evenings get cooler. Birds migrate South, along with old people who have arthritis. We call them both snowbirds. For some reason that makes me laugh.
For me, this means another year has come to a close, and another year has started. Time passes by. This is good. Other than that, the fence and concrete pretty much stay the same shade of grey. Not too many times do I walk along and have a "Kodak Moment!"
Today, while walking the track, I did have a pleasant flashback. The smell of fresh-cut grass. God, I love that smell. All of a sudden I was walking down the street in my old neighborhood, watching my dog pee on a mailbox, and hearing the homeowner say "Can you get your fuckin' dog?!" And.....I was homesick.
No. Not in a bad, tears-run-down-my-cheek kind of way. Nope, it was different. Have you have seen Forest Gump? He's running...and running...and running. One day he stops. He's ready to go home.
I know exactly what Forest Gump felt that day. You have completed a mission. You have reached a milestone. You have reached the end of the road. So you turn around.
This is not a bad thing. It's not a bad thing if you reach to the next plateau and climb higher. I just wonder how much higher I can climb from here. Don't get me wrong. I get that this is punishment and I am supposed to rehabilitate myself. But really, prison is not rehabilitation. The state really gives you next to nothing to better yourself. You really have to want to better your situation because it is by NO means a requirement to live here. You can use drugs, gamble, fight, and fuck if that's your mission. Trust me. Plenty of dudes live that life.
During my stay of nearly four years, I have worked towards bettering myself. My daughter is in my life. All my family and I are tight. My sister created a blog and trademarked a logo for a business. We reach out to nearly every state in the U.S. and even further. I am already making preparations for my tattoo and clothing shop. I am establishing my name in the art community. And I have a super "rad" woman in my life.
So today I smelled fresh-cut grass and had a flashback. This caused a chain reaction and made me reflect back over my life....here I sit, wondering what else can I do? I'm ready to go home.
This too shall pass. I will lay down tonight and stare up at my girl. And like Pinky & The Brain, we will come up with some new way to "take over the world." God, I miss those guys! And I miss you too Boo! :)
So Baby, what should I do now? I don't gamble. I hate drugs now. And, I'm trying to refrain from gay sex. Uhhh....that was a joke! Jenny, that leaves fighting. Fighting is fun. Really, I have no problem with that. Prison was not designed to "rehabilitate" you, but it will sure teach you to scrap like a pro. And, all these people who love me ask me not to. Well....guess I will draw some more art and talk some more shit to you. Yeah...so here I am. Lucky you!
Can we do another contest or something? Anybody want some new art? Are we getting new friends on Facebook? (I can't see any numbers. My computer crashed and I'm still waiting on the repair man. I may need a new monitor. Uhh...that was for the dumb ass who thinks we have cable TV, A/C and laptops. Fuckin' idiots.)
So, have you "friended" Judicious Jailbird yet? You can.....right here. Have you told anyone about this blog? Come on man...help me take over the world here! :) OK, a contest....that will be announced soon. Help us get some new friends, and you could win a piece of art....anything you like. I'm fuckin' board over here. Throw me a bone, will ya?!?! Or start calling me Forest Fuckin' Gump. And that's not all bad either. The dude came up with Shit Happens bumper stickers, Smiley Face t-shirts, and let's not forget Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Last, but not least, he was in love with Jenny. A man after my own heart. (Wink. Wink.) So call me "Forest" now...friend the Jailbird before I give you the bird. Nah.....I am just running my mouth. I know, again. Much love!
For me, this means another year has come to a close, and another year has started. Time passes by. This is good. Other than that, the fence and concrete pretty much stay the same shade of grey. Not too many times do I walk along and have a "Kodak Moment!"
Today, while walking the track, I did have a pleasant flashback. The smell of fresh-cut grass. God, I love that smell. All of a sudden I was walking down the street in my old neighborhood, watching my dog pee on a mailbox, and hearing the homeowner say "Can you get your fuckin' dog?!" And.....I was homesick.
No. Not in a bad, tears-run-down-my-cheek kind of way. Nope, it was different. Have you have seen Forest Gump? He's running...and running...and running. One day he stops. He's ready to go home.
I know exactly what Forest Gump felt that day. You have completed a mission. You have reached a milestone. You have reached the end of the road. So you turn around.
This is not a bad thing. It's not a bad thing if you reach to the next plateau and climb higher. I just wonder how much higher I can climb from here. Don't get me wrong. I get that this is punishment and I am supposed to rehabilitate myself. But really, prison is not rehabilitation. The state really gives you next to nothing to better yourself. You really have to want to better your situation because it is by NO means a requirement to live here. You can use drugs, gamble, fight, and fuck if that's your mission. Trust me. Plenty of dudes live that life.
During my stay of nearly four years, I have worked towards bettering myself. My daughter is in my life. All my family and I are tight. My sister created a blog and trademarked a logo for a business. We reach out to nearly every state in the U.S. and even further. I am already making preparations for my tattoo and clothing shop. I am establishing my name in the art community. And I have a super "rad" woman in my life.
So today I smelled fresh-cut grass and had a flashback. This caused a chain reaction and made me reflect back over my life....here I sit, wondering what else can I do? I'm ready to go home.
This too shall pass. I will lay down tonight and stare up at my girl. And like Pinky & The Brain, we will come up with some new way to "take over the world." God, I miss those guys! And I miss you too Boo! :)
So Baby, what should I do now? I don't gamble. I hate drugs now. And, I'm trying to refrain from gay sex. Uhhh....that was a joke! Jenny, that leaves fighting. Fighting is fun. Really, I have no problem with that. Prison was not designed to "rehabilitate" you, but it will sure teach you to scrap like a pro. And, all these people who love me ask me not to. Well....guess I will draw some more art and talk some more shit to you. Yeah...so here I am. Lucky you!
Can we do another contest or something? Anybody want some new art? Are we getting new friends on Facebook? (I can't see any numbers. My computer crashed and I'm still waiting on the repair man. I may need a new monitor. Uhh...that was for the dumb ass who thinks we have cable TV, A/C and laptops. Fuckin' idiots.)
So, have you "friended" Judicious Jailbird yet? You can.....right here. Have you told anyone about this blog? Come on man...help me take over the world here! :) OK, a contest....that will be announced soon. Help us get some new friends, and you could win a piece of art....anything you like. I'm fuckin' board over here. Throw me a bone, will ya?!?! Or start calling me Forest Fuckin' Gump. And that's not all bad either. The dude came up with Shit Happens bumper stickers, Smiley Face t-shirts, and let's not forget Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Last, but not least, he was in love with Jenny. A man after my own heart. (Wink. Wink.) So call me "Forest" now...friend the Jailbird before I give you the bird. Nah.....I am just running my mouth. I know, again. Much love!
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