March 11th, 2013
I was listening to one of the programs they have on from time to time about the inhumaneness of capital punishment. And the leader in this is always some asshole who spent a few years on death row until they got their case overturned. To be innocent and having your case overturned is one thing: it means you go free. But I see this as no reason to throw out the baby with the bath water. No one, of course, ever speaks of it, but I wish someone would show me the humane treatment in making a person spend 40 or 50 years in prison. Those do-gooders need to just shut up. They don’t know what they’re carrying on about.
There are fates worse than death.
April 23rd, 2013
R. and G. both moved this evening. Not far, just a section or two over. I’ve know R. for quite a few years now. I’ve lived around him several times and probably will again before its over. Regardless of what lies some people tell themselves in the end we are alone down here. We can live next to each other and be “friends,” but we both know at some point one of us is going to have to leave. That’s just part of doing time. It’s still weird, slightly unsettling, even, when you or someone you’re cool with moves. We invest our time in those people we regularly associate with and when they leave they take pieces of us with them. Maybe not large pieces, but pieces still; even when we know we will most likely see them again. All part of doing time.
Gotta run. They’re kicking door on 2-row.