“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”
intro to. . .’the book’
While it is our preference that anyone who stumbles across this site or anyone who checks in here now and again or anyone who subscribes to updates would be able to just delve in and ‘go’, we admit that our writing set up might not really allow for that.
Say what you will about Facebook – and I know most of what you’ll say is that’s it’s the end of civilisation – it has helped me maintain at least of semblance of interpersonal interaction over the last few years.
November isn’t the worst month to be in south Alabama. It’s not hot, but there are still warm days, and there’s still a good bit of light. Certainly there’s a lot of light compared to north Wales, where Paul’s and my house, now only my house, was sitting waiting for someone to buy it.
The first time Eddie got picked up by the cops, he was thirteen almost fourteen. It was the year I left for boarding school, right after I had left. Interestingly, neither of us had touched anything naughty the whole time we were younger. But, also rather interestingly, we both jumped off the high dive about the same time.
Billy I didn’t get out do to a write of disobeying a direct order. Which was fabricated it hard to disobey when they yelling way across the parking lot. But its a long story I suppose to go back up in 90 days I hope they reinstate my parole then.
I hope this letter find you in the best of health. I was so overwhelmed by your letter, because people that write really don’t have much to say, so that limit my words on what to say because of their short response. I decided to stay up, basically because I can’t sleep, for some reason, so I took this opportunity to write you back.
Eddie and I spent a lot of time together when we were kids. But we spent a lot of time apart too. Like I said, once we started school, we were pretty much separate from 8am until 3pm. And, then, once LuLu finished work, she and Eddie would head back to her house on the other side of town.
I didn’t really go back to Lee much after I left for school. I had never felt like Judith much wanted me around, and it’s a long drive to Birmingham and back. Judith wasn’t going to do that and no one one from there was going to be headed toward Lee, so weekends were spent on campus.
“Let me tell you the insane part first. I’ve gotten out and find myself riding by myself and start thinking about prison, almost like I miss the place. Is that crazy or what? Also when things get hard for me, its like I remind myself how easy it is in prison. But this is not were I want to be.”