It is Sunday night, and I'm watching my Yankees hopefully clinch the division series tonight. The Twins are leading right now 1-0, butI have faith. How are you doing? How did the Story Slam go? It sounds like a lot of fun. Do you read the piece or recite it from memory? I really enjoyed it, a lot of the wit might be hard to translate to an audience if you dind't have a script, I think, but I guess if you memorize it well, it could be just as good or better. I have been to poetry readings and things of that nature, a lot of the time they come off as pretentious I think. I love the creativity and comedic possiblities of the story slam thing.
My cell is located near the door of the yard, which is nice in the Summer, because of the breeze, but bad tonight, it is like 25 degrees right now.. Currently, the door is wide open, because they are searching people as they come in. Apparently a copy fround a blood trail outside, and they are checking people for wounds. Lovely, I know. It isnt' uncommon for someone to get cut or bloody their hands fighting, and not wanting to get caught, trying to slip inside unnoticed. A couple months ago this guy I am somewhat friendly with stitched himself closed with dental floss after some kind of altercation outside. The thinking is that if you go to the hospital, you are going ot get moved, and won't get a chance to get the guy who cut you back. Not exactly the mentality I grew up with in the suburbs.
I love the fact that you have a dog. I think you can tell a lot about a person by if and what kind of pet they have. And I know it must be hard in the City to have a dog. What kind of place do you live in? I have always liked visiting the city, but dn't know how I would like living there. I suppose after my most recent accomodations, I could probably handle most situations though. My dog, Barrister, died last Summer, he was 14. He was our second Yellow Lab, and the second one named Barrister. Weird, I know. There are a lot of things to miss here, but for me one of the worst is the type of companionship you get from dogs. There is an absence of that unbridled warmth they bring. Ok, that sounded bizarre. I swear I'm not a crazy dog guy or anthing.
I didn't know you could access my court documents online. How did you get to them? There is a lot not included in them as well. Mostly as a result oof us not doing our job at trial. I may have mentioned the overconfident attitude that contributed to that. As to who I think did this [the murder] that's the million dollar question. If I had to guess, it would be someone connected to the priest sex abuse stuff that has been going on in the Albany area for several years now. I didn't learn this until after my trial, but my father was mentioned multiple times along with the judge he worked for in very threatening letters sent from various sex abuse victims. They seem to think there is some kind of Catholic conspiracy in the Albany legal system. (Many of the judges/lawyers are Catholic.) The lawyer who represents many of them contacted my lawyers and me before trial saying he had information about my case, but my lawyers basically ignored it. I truly do not know though. We have a fingerprint belonging to one of them, and DNA that matches two. And a description of cars that very well could have been the cars used in the getaway. One of the main hurdles I fce now is the lack of investigation that took place, both by us, and the police, in the beginning. And believe me, it is hard to do from a prison cell. I catually just sent a letter to Dr. Baden, the former M.E. of NYC, to ask him to take a look at the forensic pathology aspects of the case. Hopefully he will be willing to take a look, because I thin it is very likely the attack at my house took place around 11 or 12 on Sunday night, a time I could not have been anywhere near Albany. There are still a lot of loose ends out there. The key to all of this ti getting reversal though, so hope for that.
I mostly watch sports on TV, but always catch Desperate Housewives, and I am liking Glee on Fox. And I am embarrassed to admit I watch Gossip Girl too. Ha. You can only read so much, it is nice to have a tv in the cell with you.
Before all this, I was sort of an economics major in college. I say sort of because I didn't do a whole lot of schoolwork. I was on the swim team and in ROTC and lived in a Fraternity, which was great for my social life, but not so great for my grades. I've always wanted to be an attorney though, that hasn't changed. Right now I feel like I am just treading water, waiting around in limbo. It is a disconcerting feeling. So I am just racking up credit, I don't care so much what my undergrad degree is in, because of the law school aspiration. That requires a felony-free criminal record, which I don't have at the moment. Oh, my sentence is looong; 25 years plus 25to life. With good time, I would be eligible for parole after 46 years or so. Or as they say in here, my parole officer hasn't been born yet. I guess for sanity's sake, I try not to think or focus on that. I still believe in the system despite my current predicament. Hope is common here, but rarely bears fruit.
I would like to write about everything that has gone on in my life, I even think I could be good at it. There are legal considerations, I have to assume that anything on paper in my cell isn't going to be private. Probably the biggest reason why I haven't though is simpler, pure laziness. I just feel like I have so much to say, I wouldn't know where to start. I feel like I would just vomit out a bunch of stuff on paper that wouldn't be coherent at al. I know that is what first drafts are, but I don't know if I am even up to that point. I need to take some writing classes...
They just caught a guy right here with his knuckles all torn up, I guess he was fighting someone. He wiil probably end up getting sent to the box for a couple months. I have never been, but I imagine it isn't a pleasant experience... I am including a poorly lit, fuzzy polaroid so you can get an idea of what I look like after 3 years in prison. I got the tattoo here, I wanted a memento from prison, if I ever manage to get out. I learned how to make a tattoo gun out of a cassette motor and guitar string, and had the guy use that so I knew it wasn't being shared. I am terrified of getting some nasty disease... That said, I am going to cook some dinner and relax, so I will end for now. I hope you are well and staying warm. Say hi to mini, and take care of yourself. I will write again before too long.
Bye Bye,
Chris
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