September 3rd, 2026
Don’t have a lot to say today. Another night of almost no sleep. I don’t think I’ve felt more exhausted in my life. Maybe when they pick up my tablet for an afternoon charge I can get in a nap. Just depends on how quiet the place is. Wanted to take a second to recommend a book with contributors from Texas Death Row. It’s titled A quick guide to death row: Allan B. Polunsky Unit (Texas). One of the contributors is a good friend of mine, Irving Davis. If you wanna know what life is like on Polunsky Unit, this is a good guide.
Hmmmm…. what’s a movie pick for today? I think I’m going to go with the sci-fi movie Edge Of Tomorrow. I love Bill Paxton’s role as the drill sergeant. Rest in peace Bill. Gotta shout out my Texas brother. I’d also like to suggest a song that my wife introduced to me last night. Here’s hoping I can get some sleep tonight.
"Edge of Tomorrow" movie: battle is the great redeemer
Be kind.
Courage. Strength. Hope and faith.
Peace.
September 2nd, 2026
Wednesday morning. I can’t believe that September is already here. The summer has gone by in a breeze. As I write this, I’m waiting to go outside, but honestly I’m feeling quite tired. Everything was fine last night. I was in bed and asleep shortly after midnight. Breakfast comes at 3 AM and so I woke up and ate my muffins. I love these things. People in the jail call them “monkey nuts” for some odd reason, but when they’re hot, they’re delicious. After eating breakfast I crawled back into bed, falling back to sleep quickly, but shortly after that my eyes shot back open because the young white guy in 80 cell began screaming, “Everyone wake up! It’s time to PAAAAAAAAARRRRTY!!!” And then he began to sing at the top of his lungs. This went on for the next three hours. By the time the morning shift was here there was no point in trying to go back to sleep because I had to get scheduled for recreation. I cannot catch a break in this place. One crazy person leaves, another crazy person comes in. One disruptive person leaves, another disruptive person comes in. All the while I’m stuck here waiting on a trial that may or may not happen in April of 2027.
I had a legal visit yesterday afternoon. Actually, it was more of a social visit. They were just stopping in to check on me. But those visits mean a lot to me because it shows that they care. I didn’t get any of that in the early 2000s as I prepared for my first trial. Heck, I might have talked to my attorneys between 2001 and 2003 a total of a few hours. Yes, a few hours. That’s depressing to think about. I have been fortunate in that my last two legal teams have been far more personal and engaged. I am grateful.
Over the past week, I managed to re-energize my creativity, and with the help of my wife we’ve finally begun what I hope is the first of many screenplays. I have several really good ideas, and I’ve decided to begin with a horror movie. It’s titled “Goose Creek.” You read it here first, folks. I’m going to attempt to tackle themes of teenage trauma and religious abuse. Yes, religious abuse is a very real thing. We’ve started out strong and I’m very excited. It’s been a dream of mine to make a movie since I was a kid, and I am determined to fulfill that dream. We’re having a lot of fun writing the script.
Welp, gonna get the day moving along, but before I close, today’s movie clip is from the 80s and the movie Pretty In Pink.
Pretty in Pink (1986) - Confrontations
Also, a song suggestion: “Pain” by The War on Drugs.
Be kind.
Courage. Strength. Hope and faith.
Peace.