27 Oct 2006

Grasshoppers Visit the Visitors

At the visitation ramada, giant grasshoppers had invaded the walls, windows, tables and fences. They remained stationary and quiet, minding their own business.
Officer Garcia, who works the visitation area, grabbed a grasshopper, displayed it to Mum and Auntie Lily, and said, “It’s tryin’ to kick me with its legs. Look at the spikes on them.”
Auntie Lily backed away, her eyes narrowing with disgust.

In the garden, on a wall built by inmates, was a sign: Every Crime Has A Victim. (The proceeds from flower sales go to victims of crime.) Behind the sign, Xena was gathering carnations, gladioli, marigolds, roses, sunflowers, tiger lilies, and zinnias, for Mum and Auntie Lily. Makeshift vases were created by cutting plastic bottles, and the bottle tops were used to hold the bouquets.
When Officer Rossini opened the gate to take the flowers from Xena, Mum started singing "Pictures of Lily" and Xena started dancing.

“I’ll dee-cide!” Frankie yelled, waving a disciplinary ticket. “Look, they gave me a major ticket for disrespectin’ staff.”
We laughed, and Mum shouted, “We’ll dee-cide,” before Frankie disappeared.

Auntie Lily waved at Weird Al (on his way to medical) with whom she had exchanged letters. “He’s handsome isn’t he? I’ve told him he can come over to England.”
“That was a very moving letter he wrote to you,” Dad said.
“I told our Sue that I’ve got an American boyfriend. They’re calling him Big Al. He’ll have to come to England to see my outdoor toilet.”

“Where am I going to live when I get out?” I asked.
“Remember when you used to do weight-training in the garage for hours?” Dad said.
“Yeah. Then I'd come out and cook myself loads of beans on toast.”
“Well, it’s not a garage anymore.”
“The garage is now an extra bedroom, with it’s own toilet and shower facilities, TV, DVD player, telephone, all mod cons. It’s decorated in a Japanese style,” Mum said.
“Auntie Lily’s going to make you an orange outfit to wear, so that you’ll feel right at home.” Dad said. “We don’t want you to get psychologically unbalanced. We’ll keep you locked in for most of the day with some rec time, and feed you through the cat flap. Your visitors will be vetted. Special visits will have to be approved, and there will be a three-month application period. We’ll give you Internet access as we’re fed up of typing all these bloody blogs. We’ll hold hearings to see if you can come out of the garage. Disciplinary tickets may be handed out for inappropriate behaviour.”
“Perfect!” I said.

I won’t see my parents again until late '07 or early '08. That’s when I am expected to be released to Immigration and then sent back to the UK. Not much longer now.

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bram said...

Nearly there John,

I hope you don't experience too many things during the last months, the end is getting near, keep your hopes high...

best regards

Anonymous said...

no much longer now englander ! eyes on the prize !

Sue said...

You're on the home stretch now Jon, good luck :)

Anonymous said...

Load of - as the English put it - SHITE!

They should've let you out far earlier. Our prisons are terrible, and we can apparently do nothing about them. My personal apologies.

In any case, when you get back home, you'll have a helluva family. And a convenient cat-flap. And escape opportunities.

Demand yoga mats and at least a proper sandwich - tis what I suggest! The parents MUST capitulate! :)

Anonymous said...

Your continued imprisonment can be sourced to one man, and one man only. And, as the political tide slowly shifts to the Left in America, that one man's career is counting down, down, down to its final day, too. He knows this.

In the future as people study medical records and various Marcopia judicial sentences, this man's own injustices and failings will be emblazoned in the history books of the next generation. They will study where he went wrong, and how he treated the Bill of Rights like feces. He'll be transformed from a man to an important case-study in penal-system misconduct.

Generations of lawyers and civil-rights activists will well study his failings as an American.

The man is big now, but his historical footprint will be even larger in the future accompanied by a thorough recount of his own crimes and misplaced self-righteousness.

Anonymous said...

Wow Shaun, not much longer now. The vibes are there and the humour is getting more light hearted.
Take care.
Terry B