Brooksie's new page
We have a new author here.
His name is Brook V. and he's in prison on a violation in Idaho.
He's writing on paper and I'm transcribing to the internet.
I will do a very little bit of editing for clarity or spelling, (unless that's the colloquial way he wants it spelled.)
He wrote me a decent blog page and a letter.
I will write up the page and include a few excerpts from his letter.
So, without further ado...
His name is Brook V. and he's in prison on a violation in Idaho.
He's writing on paper and I'm transcribing to the internet.
I will do a very little bit of editing for clarity or spelling, (unless that's the colloquial way he wants it spelled.)
He wrote me a decent blog page and a letter.
I will write up the page and include a few excerpts from his letter.
So, without further ado...
Entry #1 for SecondHandLife.org by BV, 5/27/19
In Articulo Mortis, I imagine I'm looking back on my life and wondering how I could have spent much less of it in prison. In doing so, I also imagine narrowing down on specific little things which I could have done differently to avoid such.
It is on the above premise I'm operating as I write this because, well, why wait until the moment of my death to tell you of my mistakes?
I believe it was Defoe in "Crusoe" who penned "I that was born to be my own destroyer." (*Yes, it was. JB.) I think of this quote quite often since it feels directly applicable to yours truly.
Read it.
Think about it.
Then read it again.
Does it apply to you too?
In this, my first example of many to come, I provide proof...
When released on parole, my mind becomes my own worst enemy. I tell myself that as long as I'm not committing any new crimes, I won't go back to prison. I tell myself that the "little rules" (of parole) don't matter and that they'd never put me back in prison for breaking them. I remind myself constantly how the prison is "over capacity", reassuring myself that there couldn't possibly be room for me, especially for something petty. I tell myself that there are way worse criminals than myself out there and they'll go back long before I do. I tell myself I "deserve parole" and that I've dome "more than enough" time for my crime.
Wel, I'm here to tell you folks... there's always room for one more, and if not, believe you me they'll make room! And those "little rules"? They add up to be one big violation! Those tyrant parole officers keep track of every tiny transgression, and if you think they don't, you've thought wrong!
Remember also my friends, it doesn't matter that you're not committing new crimes. You're on parole for a crime you've already committed! They care not that you're now following the law.
Furthermore, parole is a privilege! So, whether you think you "deserve" it or not, it can be cancelled at any time, for any reason. And I do mean for any reason, (real or contrived,) so it's that much more important you "keep your nose clean". Perception is everything, so even if you give the appearance of misbehavior, it can and will be (mis) construed as such!
Finally, as far as the "powers that be" are concerned, you've NEVER done "Enough" time for your crime! The majority of them, (if they had their way,) would lock you up forever, (or worse.) They perceive us as sub-human; sub-animal; sub-inanimate object! So, if you believe you've done enough time, you're fooling yourself, and you've already failed at parole!
Don't be like me.
Don't be our own worst enemy!
Don't allow your mind to believe in falsehoods.
View parole as it is: a gift.
A fragile, delicate, rare, relinquish-able, gift.
And for the love of God, follow the "little rules" because they matter just as much as the big ones.
It is on the above premise I'm operating as I write this because, well, why wait until the moment of my death to tell you of my mistakes?
I believe it was Defoe in "Crusoe" who penned "I that was born to be my own destroyer." (*Yes, it was. JB.) I think of this quote quite often since it feels directly applicable to yours truly.
Read it.
Think about it.
Then read it again.
Does it apply to you too?
In this, my first example of many to come, I provide proof...
When released on parole, my mind becomes my own worst enemy. I tell myself that as long as I'm not committing any new crimes, I won't go back to prison. I tell myself that the "little rules" (of parole) don't matter and that they'd never put me back in prison for breaking them. I remind myself constantly how the prison is "over capacity", reassuring myself that there couldn't possibly be room for me, especially for something petty. I tell myself that there are way worse criminals than myself out there and they'll go back long before I do. I tell myself I "deserve parole" and that I've dome "more than enough" time for my crime.
Wel, I'm here to tell you folks... there's always room for one more, and if not, believe you me they'll make room! And those "little rules"? They add up to be one big violation! Those tyrant parole officers keep track of every tiny transgression, and if you think they don't, you've thought wrong!
Remember also my friends, it doesn't matter that you're not committing new crimes. You're on parole for a crime you've already committed! They care not that you're now following the law.
Furthermore, parole is a privilege! So, whether you think you "deserve" it or not, it can be cancelled at any time, for any reason. And I do mean for any reason, (real or contrived,) so it's that much more important you "keep your nose clean". Perception is everything, so even if you give the appearance of misbehavior, it can and will be (mis) construed as such!
Finally, as far as the "powers that be" are concerned, you've NEVER done "Enough" time for your crime! The majority of them, (if they had their way,) would lock you up forever, (or worse.) They perceive us as sub-human; sub-animal; sub-inanimate object! So, if you believe you've done enough time, you're fooling yourself, and you've already failed at parole!
Don't be like me.
Don't be our own worst enemy!
Don't allow your mind to believe in falsehoods.
View parole as it is: a gift.
A fragile, delicate, rare, relinquish-able, gift.
And for the love of God, follow the "little rules" because they matter just as much as the big ones.