[I am back working through my prison journal. It is out of order… Well, the order is as I have opened boxes. The date in the title is the date it was written. I hope this is not confusing. What you are reading is what you get for your tax dollars. Continued from Me at 53 (Part Five): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013. sch 7/14/2025]
I believe we need all hang together. I started reading Kurt Vonnegut, Jr's A Man Without A Country yesterday:
Why are so many people getting divorced today? It's because most us don't have extended families anymore. It used to be that when a man and a woman got married, the bride got a lot more people to talk to about everything. The groom got a lot more pals to tell dumb jokes to.
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A husband, a wife, and some kids is not a family. It's a terrible vulnerable survival unit.
Chapter 5
He put the same idea into his Cat's Cradle. That was the first Vonnegut novel I ever read. I jumped ship from my wampeter. Sorry about that.
I weigh 250, but generally feel better than I have. The lungs remain ruined, and I cannot imagine improvement. I await my eye exam. I expect confirmation of my eyesight's decline. On the positive side, my digestive tract no longer bleeds.
I cannot help but see my life as a trail of desolation. I did that before prison. The old choices of white picket fences or wild weekends or suicide seem viable. I have forever placed myself outside the world of white picket fences. I had my chance but blew it in May 2009. I no longer find any enjoyment in potential excursions into the Muncie demimonde - all that adventuring now being public seems a dreadful bore. I have written enough on the downside of suicide, but let me say here: it causes too much harm to others. Instead, I want to write. I see the future as writing projects.
I hope to see some of you in 2022. If I do not make it so far, please take care of yourselves. Do not do as I did. Go for the picket fences.
sch
[7/14/2025:
The previous entries are :
Me at 53 (Part One): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013Me at 53 (Part Two): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013Me at 53 (Part Three): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013Me at 53 (Part Four): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013Me at 53 (Part Five): 3/6/2013–3/10/2013.
What I had not counted on was how many of my friends would die instead of me.
sch]
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