Proposed Cover for Party Time
The publisher emailed me a proposed cover for my next book, Party Time. I responded that it fails to capture a rave at all. A rave is a carnival of colour and light and glow sticks and sun strobes and smiley happy faces. The cover looks like a séance, and would be more suitable for a ghost story.
Your thoughts please?
Your thoughts please?
Shaun Attwood
St Edward's Oxford
With Theo and Lara. Last time I was at St. Edward's the kids jumped out of their seats when I showed them an image of a spider-bite wound: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nM3hwWEmvww
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Drugs Live: The Ecstasy Trial
Channel 4 just called. I'm on standby to go live tonight on Part 2 of the TV program Drugs Live: The Ecstasy Trial. I find out for sure in 2 hours if I'm going on. Whether I'm on or not, I strongly recommend people watch Part 2 tonight at 10pm (UK time). They have a cross section of volunteers taking Ecstasy and getting monitored afterwards, including a female priest, a politician, and a massive former SAS soldier. Here's the link to watch it worldwide on the internet when it comes available at 10pm UK time: http://www.channel4.com/programmes/drugs-live-the-ecstasy-trial/episode-guide/series-1
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Guest at my Sister's Blog
My sister posted an excerpt from my latest letter to Jack to her blog: http://www.ourlifewithleukaemia.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/guest-blog-shauns-letter-to-jack.html
It's about visiting my neice, Yasmin, in the children's cancer ward at Great Ormond Street Hospital.
Shaun Attwood
It's about visiting my neice, Yasmin, in the children's cancer ward at Great Ormond Street Hospital.
Shaun Attwood
Greetings from the Abyss by Jack (Part 6)
Jack is serving life without parole, and has
terminal cancer. Throughout my incarceration, Jack was a positive influence. He
encouraged me to keep writing, to enter short-story competitions, and we
proofread each other’s chapters. Jack is seeking pen pals, so anyone interested please eamil me at attwood.shaun@hotmail.co.uk for his details.
Hello, my friend. How are you today? Well, I hope.
I’ve been under the weather the last few days, but feel much better this
evening. I received your two letters today, or should I say, one letter and the
closing of your book. I am extremely proud of you, and your accomplishments. I
believe you’ve only brushed the surface of what I predict will be an enormous
award-packed literary career. Soon your lecture circuit will include
presentations on how to be a highly regarded and successful writer, along with
those presentations that you give now. The impact you have on those around you
is everlasting, just look at how you impacted all of us here in purgatory. But
remember, once you further gain fame and fortune, always be true to yourself. I
know it’s a tired old cliché, but no one else will have your best interest in
heart more so than you.
I’m glad that the howl of the wolves doesn’t
trigger a large enough desire in you to rejoin the pack. After all of these
years, I too still hear that siren’s song, but can proudly say that I’ve been
able to stay the course. Even now with my medical problems making the threat of
disciplinary actions untenable, I am still not swayed. I guess there really
isn’t a viable reason for me not to falter, other than my own personal belief
system, which, it just so happens, is the only thing that DOC can’t take away
from me, and it is the only thing that I refuse to relinquish.
Quick update on my medical situation. I had a bad
reaction to the chemo during my last session and had to be hospitalised for a
short period of time. Right after that I developed the shingles, which was not
fun at all. I went back to the oncologist on Aug 6th, luckily for me
the oncology clinic just installed a CT scanner in July, so the clinic went
ahead and put their new CT scanner through its paces, and drew all the
necessary blood for the cancer work also. I’ll be going back sometime in the
near future for the outcome of these tests. I am hopeful for remission, but
understand the issues at hand, that it is only a temporary respite. This type
of cancer can’t be cured, but can be knocked down for a while. It’s mine, I own
it, so I might as well be comfortable with it. I’m at a relatively good place
now mentally. The stoic in me accepts what has occurred and what will occur. My
biggest concern is the loss of what little control I have over my life. I know
that eventually I will go down the same path as Two Tonys. I just hope to
maintain control until then. Anyway, wish me luck and keep me in mind for the
upcoming announcement.
I do miss writing, whether it be awkward attempts
at creating from whole cloth or writing to those few people I stay in touch
with. I haven’t done nearly enough of either in the past few years. I want to
reconnect with my friends and family while I still can. Besides, it’s my fault
if they don’t want to write since I haven’t been exactly burning up the postal
system with my missives. I’m even willing to take on new responsibilities, such
as new pen pals, so if you know of anyone wanting to write a well-used
(read:worn out) hack please pass along my name and number.
You asked about sending me books. My tastes are
rather plebeian. I’m not trying to expand my mind as much as I once did.
Anything dealing with English, Scottish or American history or historical
fiction is fine by me. Truthfully, anything would be fine by me, although I’m
not real keen on you spending money on me. I’m quite sure you can find more
worthwhile things to indulge in.
Well, my friend, it’s late and I’m tired. We didn’t
work last week or today, so you would think I would be well rested.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to work that way anymore. The weather here has
been typical for this time of year, 110 degrees, and high humidity. The monsoon
keeps just to the south of us, so we don’t get much relief. I think that part
of my problem stems from the weather. Hopefully, we’ll only have another month
or so fo this high heat, and I’ve got my fingers crossed that the humidity will
dissipate in the next couple of weeks. I am looking forward to a substantial
weather improvement.
Take care of yourself. I look forward to hearing
from you soon.
Best wishes,
Jack
Shaun Attwood
Ballerinas and Wig Pic
We, the karate team beat, the ballerinas in the Tug of Straw milk commercial filmed yesterday, but I'm not allowed to publish any pics until October when the commercial is released. In the meantime, here I am in a wig I found in the studio that I borrowed to freak my friends by doing a Riff Raff impersonation.
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Milk Commercial
Back in Guildford after nonstop talks and travel up north as far as Cumbria. Being filmed in London for a milk commercial tomorrow with 5 other members of my karate team. We've been paired against a team of ballet dancers in a competition called Tug of Straw. Not quite sure what I'm getting into, but the filming lasts for 5 hours and I've been told I'll be drinking a lot of milk and getting milk all over me. The latest email from the ballet dancers states that they are going to kick our arses and show us all up on camera. I can feel my competitive spirit coming alive.
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Greetings from the Abyss by Jack (Part 5)
Jack
is serving life without parole. Throughout my incarceration, Jack was a
constant positive influence. He encouraged me to keep writing, to enter
short-story competitions, and we proofread each other’s work.
Hello
my friend, it’s been too long since I wrote. In my defense, I’ve been in and
out of the hospital for the last two years. I became extremely sick and
collapsed on the road outside of my housing unit. I had to be flown to the
hospital. It was touch and go for a few days. I was in ICU for a week and then
another week in recovery. I had 23 blood transfusions before I stabilized.
Turns out that I have advance stage cancer, small lymphocytic lymphoma, stage
IVb. Basically, that means I’m near the end, at least that’s what the
oncologist says. I think I’ll fool him and live a while longer.
Congratulations
on Hard Time. I enjoyed it, and am quite pleased it is doing so well. I look
forward to your next book, and the next and the next… I always knew that you
would do well. Your acknowledgement in Hard Time was very generous and
appreciated. I haven’t written anything for a while now. I collected a fair
amount of rejection letters before throwing in the towel. The logistics of
writing in here has become onerous. I have few, if any, real possibilities of
having my poor writing transcribed into anything legible. I realize this is
just another excuse, but it has become easy to accept, and I have done so.
Shaun,
thank you for everything you have done for me, and those of us who are still
incarcerated. You have gone above and beyond to bring a ray of hope and
normalcy to our lives. Take care of yourself and continued success in whatever
you undertake.
Best
wishes always,
Jack
Shaun Attwood
Hard Time Reviews Rise Over 100 on Amazon UK
Three new reviews in September pushed Hard Time to 102 reviews. With 92 five-star reviews, Hard Time is one of the highest star-ranked memoirs on Amazon. A big thank you to everyone who has posted a review.
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The most recent review made me laugh as the reviewer bumped into someone on holiday reading Hard Time:
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The most recent review made me laugh as the reviewer bumped into someone on holiday reading Hard Time:
5.0 out of 5 stars
An amazing book that all should read, 11 Sep 2012
By
Damonb
This review is from: Hard Time: A Brit in America's Toughest Jail (Paperback)
As I was reading this book on my holidays recently the guy on the next
sunbed leaned over and flashed the cover of the same book. It became the
subject of our conversation over the next few days and we both agreed
that it was a gripping, amazing but shocking story. Once I started
reading I could not put the book down. The story is a real eye opener
into what goes on over there and the justice system in general. I will
be reading the prequel and sequel to the book at soon as they are
published..
Shaun Attwood
Darkness is Closing In (Guest blog by Paul John Denham)
I met Paul's mother, Molly, at a Koestler Trust exhibition of prisoners' art in 2009. I was admiring one of Paul's portraits when Molly told me about her son's sad story as conveyed in this guest blog. Englishman Paul is suffering life without parole for a crime he never committed. His transfer to the UK prison system was denied, and he is going blind.
I have named this painting ’Darkness is Closing in’, because I suffer from a genetic eye condition that leads to blindness, and this painting expresses sombre elements which have lead to my incarceration.
Shaun Attwood
I have named this painting ’Darkness is Closing in’, because I suffer from a genetic eye condition that leads to blindness, and this painting expresses sombre elements which have lead to my incarceration.
It
is a self-portrait in which I wear a splint, I have beard stubble, and a blind
man’s stick hangs from my right wrist. I stand in a pit whilst above me a
silencer welding hoodlum and a Klansman shower me with disrespect.
I
was arrested in 1997 and convicted in 1998 of two crimes that I did not commit.
Both of the crimes occurred at night. Yet my trial lawyer failed to introduce
into the trial that I am night blind. During one crime the victim described his
attacker as clean shaven, wearing black gloves, and a red hooded sweatshirt.
But my trial lawyer never introduced information that I had a fractured hand, I
had beard stubble, and I didn’t own a red hooded sweatshirt.
Furthermore,
before he died the victim made a statement that I was not his attacker. Yet,
the judge did not allow the jury to hear this. Neither did he allow evidence
about seven attacks on the victim’s home when it had been set on fire and
painted ’Klu Klux Klan House’ The
suspects to these were described as African Americans. I am white.
I
told my trial judge that I had eye problems and he ignored this and passed
sentence. Upon arrival in prison in 1998 I informed staff I suffered from
blindness. They gave me a pair of glasses and told me to go away. I continued
to complain and in 2012 I was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa. This is a
condition that I was born with.
It
starts with night blindness in adolescence and leads to total blindness. Today
my vision is compared to looking through drinking straws. Although I do not see the blind areas as
blackness, they may as well be. Because
I am serving life without parole and no matter how hard I push on the walls
around me. I can’t stop the darkness closing in.
Paul
John Denham Salinas Valley
State Prison
Shaun Attwood
My Neice Has Cancer
My brave sister, Karen, has decided to go public about the news that has devastated my whole family in the past month. My neice Yasmin, her two year old, has cancer, leukemia. Please give Karen support by reading her blog: http://ourlifewithleukaemia.blogspot.co.uk/
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Guildford High School For Girls
Just
started my talks for the new term at Guildford High School for Girls. Now hastily
getting ready for the train up north to Widnes. I’ve got three talks at
Macclesfield College tomorrow near Manchester. Then back down south on
Thursday, followed by a three-hour drive on Friday up to Hereford Cathedral
School. Hopefully, I’ll make it back in time on Friday for karate.
Shaun Attwood
| With Lisa and Oona, two brilliant readers |
Shaun Attwood
Hard Time Reviews by Prisoners No. 7: Troy on Death Row
As
someone who has spent nearly three-quarters of his life incarcerated in maximum-security
facilities, I don’t normally bother with reading about other people’s
experiences with judicial systems
and prisons. After all I could simply ask my neighbours about theirs and get
days and days worth
of that stuff.
However,
Shaun Attwood’s book Hard Time came to me from a dear friend with a request for
my thoughts on it. Now that I’ve read it, I’m so glad I did and grateful to my
friend for giving me the chance to do so.
Mr.
Attwood has captured and conveys with his words the many aspects that compose
an experience within
the system with such exact accuracy and frank realism that it’s almost spooky.
I truly thought that
no one could ever convey through writing a picture of the culture of
jail/prison guards, nor the culture
of prisoners, and the many ways in which we not only interact one group to
another, but also amongst
ourselves within the groups.
Shaun
gives his readers who’ve never been caught up in the lifestyle and system a
chance to experience
them without having to lose their freedom, nor damage their souls to do so.
I wish
every kid, boy and girl alike could read this book before they get to the point
at which they’re making
the decision to take drugs and/or embrace a criminal life. I’m sure it would
convince many not to
make those mistakes.
P-2105
Union
Correctional Institution
7819
NW 228th
Street
Raiford
FL32026
Shaun
Attwood
Life
Just spent the day at a cancer ward in a children's hospital - it really put life in perspective.
Shaun Attwood
Shaun Attwood
Stolen Time: One Woman’s Inspiring Story As An Innocent Condemned To Death (by Charlie Ryder)
My friend, Charlie Ryder, wrote this amazing story.
For me, the most important tools were yoga and meditation because they helped me to clear away the debris of the past in order to have a clear slate on which to begin. Both of these practices are based on the breath, which is a physical manifestation of the spirit, the breath of Life that connects us all.
But before one can begin, there are some decisions to be made. The basic colours of one’s palette must be chosen. With what would you fill your Life’s canvas? Do you prefer happy or sad? Joyousness or depression? Hope or hopelessness? Love or hatred and self-pity? Those were the choices I faced. I would have been perfectly justified in choosing to hold on to my pain and resentments. After all, I had paid dearly for them. But, if I didn’t clear them they would have muddied and eventually eaten away at anything I might try to cover them with, corrupting and undermining my best efforts. My choices would have been severely limited and my palette restricted. I chose happiness, healing, joy and gladness. I chose gratitude over resentment—because I had been given the chance to have a beautiful life and share it with others.
Once I had chosen my palette and my theme, I set about using them to clear and then to fill my life’s canvas. Forgiveness meant being willing to let go of hatred, resentment, anger, self-pity, clearing the slate, then filling the newly opened space with broad strokes of colour and letting the details dictate themselves as the universe unfolded and revealed them to me.
Sunny Jacobs
Infamous UK prisoner, Charles Bronson, drew this picture with a poem in response to Sunny's story:
“Happiness is a state mind dig deep and find. It’s somewhere deep inside. Don’t leave your heart behind. Deep within the blackest hole a rainbow in a dream. Reaching up to kiss the sky clouds of Devon cream.
A pure white dove passes by a tear drop falls from an eye. Another day another laugh happiness will never lie”.
By Charlie Bronson
A pure white dove passes by a tear drop falls from an eye. Another day another laugh happiness will never lie”.
By Charlie Bronson
Shaun Attwood
Question Time
Mark wrote:
I finally got around to reading your
book, Hard Time! Wow, once I started I could not put it down! I was usually "you do
the crime you do the time" in my opinions, but I could not believe the
vile conditions you had to endure, and I could not literally believe that you
spent all of that time in there on "remand", without trial being
treated that way. I was astonished at the corruption and the way that the
system is stacked against EVERY inmate, irrespective of circumstance. Whilst I
believe in punishment for the crimes, these conditions are totally unacceptable
in any circumstance. I also believe that somehow the corruption needs to be
stamped out, and as such I applaud your work in trying to get the message out
there to get this cause noticed and on someone's agenda to try and get some
action done! I notice today yahoo is running your story, which is great!
The book is great, but I suspect you
wish you didn't have to write it - you have succeeded in opening my eyes to the
alternate view for sure
A question: A lot of people relate
criminal activity back to treatment during childhood. Can I ask, did you
receive any discipline as a child? Were you, for example recipient of any forms
of corporal punishment both at school or at home? Do you think you were allowed
to go "off the rails" through a lack of discipline both at school and
at home as a child? Or were you studious and well behaved (having a degree and
all) as a child?
If I misbehaved as a child, I wouldn’t
be allowed out to play with my friends. I only got caned a couple of times at
school - one was for throwing a snowball that hit a teacher. I don’t believe I was allowed to go off the rails. I was studious, and
didn’t really go off the rails until I was making big money in America in my
twenties. I tried drugs thinking I could have fun at first and quit whenever I
wanted, but over time drugs put a cloud in my mind. Chasing my earlier highs, I
did more drugs and mixed drugs up, and my behaviour became much crazier. With
most of my friends doing the same, we reinforced each other’s negative
behaviour. With no one to put the brakes on, and our decision-making faculties
scrambled by years of drug use, we all went off the rails at the same time – as
you’ll find out in much more detail if you read my next book, Party Time.
Regarding your comment about the jail
conditions, you quite rightly pointed out that unsentenced inmates shouldn’t have
to endure such conditions. In America, there is a presumption of innocence
until guilt is found, and the law states that pretrial detention shouldn’t be a
form of punishment. The conditions are illegal, but Sheriff Joe gets away with
it because he’s elected by people in Arizona, where he is a law unto himself, out doing publicity stunts every week, while raking in millions in political contributions from vested interests such as the private prisons.
Shaun Attwood
The Long Lawless Ride of Sheriff Joe Arpaio (by Joe Hagan at Rolling Stone)
"Want to see the tent where all the Mexicans are?" Arpaio asks in a conspiratorial whisper. "Huh?"
The curtain is back open. And so here we are in the triple-digit heat, entering the sheriff's Tent City, where thousands of inmates he and deputies have picked up live in the open, biding their time for misdemeanors ranging from drunk driving to street-level drug dealing. "August 2nd, 1993, right here," Arpaio says, poking a bit of gravel with his foot where he broke ground on the site. "My favorite spot."
From the start, the jail was notorious for its minimalist living conditions, which Arpaio says have saved Maricopa County millions of dollars in building and operational costs. Arpaio fed prisoners two meals a day (valued at 30 cents each), banned cigarettes and coffee, and boasted that temperatures in the summer can hit 141 degrees. His constituents lapped it up, and the national press came calling. Arpaio brought back chain gangs and paraded prisoners through the streets to be jeered at. In 1996, he published his first book, America's Toughest Sheriff, which was praised by Sen. John McCain as "no-nonsense."
Flanked by Arpaio's two large body men, we pass through a series of jail yards, first for the women (where one of Arpaio's deputies warns me, "Remember that you're a married man – heh heh"), then for the male prisoners, who idle torpidly in the shade. Inside Arpaio's jails, according to the federal lawsuit, guards refer to Latino inmates as "wetbacks," "Mexican bitches," "stupid Mexicans" and "fucking Mexicans." Female prisoners, the suit claims, were forced to sleep in their own menstrual blood; officers refused to respond to the inmates' pleas because they were made in Spanish. Meanwhile, Arpaio's jailers allegedly circulated e-mail images of a Chihuahua in a bathing suit, calling it "a rare photo of a Mexican Navy Seal."
As the prisoners recognize Arpaio, he pulls out a pen and offers to sign autographs on postcards that show him playing with puppy dogs in an air-conditioned part of the jail. Some of the women inmates take him up on the offer. When one woman says she's in for selling drugs for one of the Mexican cartels, Arpaio brightens. "Do they know me?" he asks.
In the tents reserved for "the illegals," I meet a young inmate originally from Chiapas, Mexico, who tells me through an interpreter that he's been working in the U.S. since 1996. Many members of his immediate family are American citizens, but he now faces deportation over a drunk-driving charge. Other men chime in with similar tales. Arpaio steps inside and proudly holds up a digital thermometer to show me that it is 128 degrees inside the tent.
"There's a lot of people here who did a lot of things wrong," says an inmate who steps forward to confront Arpaio, in English. "But a lot of people were just working in peace and didn't do nothing. Just leave those people alone."
The man from Chiapas asks Arpaio, "You're against us being here for work?" "No, not for work," says Arpaio. "For being here illegally. Not for work. You're here illegally and you're fake."
Arpaio, who speaks a little Spanish with a pronounced Italian accent, is hated in the communities where these men lived. In Hispanic areas of Phoenix, you can see decals on cars that read FUCK ARPAIO (which is also the title of a popular Chicano anti-Arpaio rap song). The sheriff argues that he's simply doing the job the federal government has failed to do, arresting illegal immigrants on the pretext of violating state criminal laws and then handing them over to federal authorities. Arpaio claims he's detained 51,000 illegal immigrants since 2007.
Illegal immigration is a top concern among voters in Arizona, tied closely to fears of drugs, crime and unemployment. Maricopa, the fourth-largest county in America, is 50 miles from the Mexican border, but Phoenix, its major population center, is a destination for illegal immigrants and drug dealers alike. Thirty percent of the county's residents are Hispanic, and their numbers are soaring – up 47 percent over the past decade. But the money and political power in Maricopa still reside in the largely white and conservative suburbs around Phoenix.
It is those whites and conservatives, as it happens, who employ many of the illegal immigrants targeted by Arpaio. But the sheriff is careful to steer clear of the white owners who profit from exploiting immigrant labor. In his 20 years wearing the badge, in fact, Arpaio has busted only three businesses for hiring illegal immigrants. "You've got to prove that they knew," he says, "and it's very difficult." Instead, Arpaio goes after the undocumented workers they hire, notifying the media every time he rounds up Latino fruit pickers or factory laborers. In the process, according to the Justice Department, Arpaio has frequently arrested and detained U.S. citizens and legal residents of Latino origin, including children, for hours at a time without a charge or a warrant.
Jailing Mexicans, of course, is what sells to his base. In an influential retirement community like Sun City, where the median age is 73, Arpaio serves as an armed security cop keeping out the riffraff. And he's not alone: All of the most prominent Republican politicians in the state, including Gov. Jan Brewer, have risen to power by inflaming anti-immigrant sentiment. They blame the Obama administration for failing to crack down on illegal immigrants, even though deportation has spiked under Obama. And contrary to their overheated rhetoric, there's almost no relationship between illegal immigration and crime. "Illegal immigrants make up less than 10 percent of those arrested," says Charles Katz, a professor of criminology at Arizona State University who conducts annual studies on crime in Maricopa County. "They're involved in less criminal activity than native-born Americans." Illegal immigrants, the studies show, are twice as likely to be employed than U.S. citizens and half as likely to use illegal drugs – yet thanks to Arpaio's tactics, they're far more likely to be arrested for drug offenses.
But Arpaio doesn't care about the complicated realities of immigration. For him, the equation is simple: Fear equals votes. While I'm with him, he happily trumpets reports that Mexican drug cartels and prison gangs are offering a reward for his head – proof, in his mind, of his effectiveness, and evidence that the Latino community harbors criminals. "He's vilified Latinos in such a way that normal people, they're scared to death," says Bill Richardson, a retired police officer. Such terror, in turn, only makes it harder for the police to do their jobs. "It creates fear in the Latino community for law enforcement," he says.
Read the entire article here: http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/news/the-long-lawless-ride-of-sheriff-joe-arpaio-20120802#ixzz232iyOiMk
Shaun Attwood
From Frankie (Letter 18)
Frankie - A Mexican Mafia hit man and leader of prison “booty bandits,” who saw me rubbing antifungal ointment on the bleeding bedsores on my buttocks at the Madison Street jail, and proposed we have a gay prison marriage.
Frankie - A Mexican Mafia hit man and leader of prison “booty bandits,” who saw me rubbing antifungal ointment on the bleeding bedsores on my buttocks at the Madison Street jail, and proposed we have a gay prison marriage.
Englandman my friend,
Thanks for the food box. I enjoyed every bit of it. Again
mucho gracias!
Anyway, I don’t know if you know, but all the building go to
rec together. We get rec 3 times a day and I still hold the chess title.
Everyone likes it when I come out to play cuz I still talk a lot of caca. I
tell them, “You guys ain’t gonna be able to sleep tonight cuz you’ll be
thinking up ways to try and beat this old man.”
My friend, I’m gonna do my best to get a passport cuz I do
want to go and see you, plus I want to try out that English booty or pussy. It
doesn’t make a difference. I just got to have it.
I’ve been trying to get the porter to give me head, but he’s
real scared cuz we’re in school and there’s people all over the place, but I
told him I don’t care what anyone thinks. I pulled my cock out, and let him
jack me off or more like touch it cuz he’s so scared to get busted. I think
he’s got an old man and is worried about someone telling on him. On my behalf,
I don’t care. All I want is my cock sucked regardless of who his man is. I told
him all I want is a sample, but he wants me to fuck him cuz he says he doesn’t
think he can handle it in his mouth. Tomorrow, I’m hoping I get some head off
his ass.
My friend, I’m done with prison. I won’t be back. This life
ain’t for me no more.
What’s up with Cuban Boy? Are you still in touch with him?
If yes, let him know I’m getting out soon, and to write me a letter.
Can you send me some good art books? That’s all I do now and
read. Prison has got worse, especially the food. They give us so little. Can’t
wait to leave this place.
If the porter gives me head, I’m pulling out and coming all
over his face for making me wait so long.
Give my regards to your family.
Much love and respect,
Frankie
Shaun Attwood
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