Day 013: Like digging our own graves

September 3, 2008 | Saturday

MY DAY HAS BEGUN early. It seems that most of my days have started early. There was a time when I kept a vampire’s schedule. I slept all day and stayed up all night. I sort of miss those nights. Guess it was a more simple time in my life. Quiet and just peaceful. I used to stay up writing, reading, drinking coffee and, before the night was out, I’d exercise.

How, in such a confined area?

You would be surprised by what you can adapt to. I had my very own gym! I used bunches of rolled up magazines as weights. Back then I had ordered magazines from a mag warehouse at discounted prices. Those were my weights. 

William Murray (Scooter) is in the recreation area, filling out his Execution Summary. That’s crazy, how we fill out this state document before our execution. It’s almost like digging our own grave, in some weird sort of way, because they clearly intend to execute him in a day’s time.

Scooter asked me how to spell “enchiladas.” I think that he may ask for that as a last meal. He doubts that he’ll get a stay of execution and kicks himself for what got him on Death Row. Drugs are a dangerous thing. One thing that binds us all on The Watch is hope, I think. Scooter remains hopeful.

5 Responses to “Day 013: Like digging our own graves”

  1. Tina Church Says:

    Roy,

    Richard and I have your back!

    Much love.
    T

  2. Isabelle Says:

    Two men in cages… One teaching the other how to write “enchiladas” for his last meal. As I read your lines Roy, I can’t think of anything more heartbreaking. And cruel.
    Stay hopeful too.

  3. Françoise Says:

    “Paper weights and enchiladas”

    Your day 13th is surreal :
    Resourcefulness and despair,
    Humor and hope. Yes, that’s the way, Roy

  4. Kiki Says:

    I am just simply amazed by you, Rogelio…. What could have become of you, outside of those bars? A writer? A leader? A teacher?
    We mustn’t forget that not everybody on Death Row is as versatile as you (as example shows). Not everyone can express himself in such a wonderful, understandable fashion, not all have your IQ…. They all have souls too; YOU are their speaker in a way, aren’t you?! Who will take YOUR place to tell the world what’s going on inside those prisons, once and IF you’re gone?
    I find all this utterly heartwrenching and I am crying most of the time I read your journal; feeling helpless and ‘just’ able to pray! I do hope you can feel some of the hopes we try to muster for you coming over the oceans, through the deserts…. filling your heart. Wonderful how you don’t loose your sense of humour. 🙂
    Kiki

  5. Françoise Says:

    All what “Kiki” said is so true!
    Thank you for having express it for us.

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