Pictures of Cats(Jan. 14)

Well so...I am definitely back. And doing quite well considering the latter. But it wasn't always like this as I am sure you all very well know. What I am posting are the last three blog entries that I wrote from jail. I was released early very early on the morning of January 19 2009. These next few entries were written on January 14, 15, and 16. To be honest with you, it was really hard to input these. Not only because it has been quite some time since I have really got down to business and used a computer,but because while I was typing these entries out I had to in some small way re-visit the mindset that I occupied when I wrote them. Which was not easy. Everything about where I just came from is still with me in a not so small way I am finding out now. Which is not exactly how I pictured my return being, but I guess that's just how it is sometimes. But I will let you read these Before I get too much into how things are now,because in these entries I am still in jail remember?



January 14,2009


Well American Idol is back! Which I have to admit is a guilty pleasure of mine. We are lucky enough to catch what was left of it after the Lakers game last night. Because sports usually comes first here. I personally am not a huge sports fan. I especially am not a big fan of football. I am not too proud to admit that I don't fully grasp the rules and terminology of it. With all the "first downs" and "penalties" and what not. I do like baseball and basketball games,but if your actually there. Not a fan of watching them on TV. I like the Lakers,but I could live with just hearing the next day, "oh the Lakers won" or "oh the Lakers lost". I don't really have to watch it. I would rather watch American Idol! They now have a fourth judge whose name I don't know. She sits right in between Randy and Paula, and as far as I can tell she hasn't made a noticable contribution to this season. But it was the first episode so we'll give her a break and a little time to get comfortable. But overall it seemed to be a typical season starter. I am excited to see what comes of it in the following weeks. But after tonight I am just going to watch it from home,or atleast not from jail. Today is also my cellmate Rico's birthday. He turns 26 today. We had first dayroom and we sung him Happy Birthday. He told me this is his fourth consecutive birthday spent in jail. And he last had a real birthday party not in jail when he turned 21. I wasn't quite sure what to say to that. I think I am going to wait until it is no longer his birthday to explain to him again about if he stops smoking meth and obscounding from probation, his chances of not being in jail for Christmas ,New Year's, and his birthday for a fifth year in a row greatly improve. I've tried explaining a few times before, but I could see my dialogue going in one ear and out the other behind his blank "nobody's home" expression. I am convinced that when I tell him anything of any real importance that could potentially benefit or enrich his life and future,it just comes out sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher in The Peanuts Gang to Rico. "Wah wah wah waaah waaah waaaaaah?"All the while that blank expression with the hint of a smile is on his face that leads me to believe that he's probably thinking about cats with birthday hats or clothes on or bears riding uni-cycles or something of that nature. God bless him. If you wanna know what mine and Rico's relationship is like,it's kinda like I am spending an afternoon with somebody else's six or seven year old child who I am meeting for the first time. And other times it's kinda like Lenny and George from "Of Mice and Men" except I am not nearly as mean as the George character and Rico is not huge, and has no percievable redeeming value like being a hard worker. A typical conversation between Rico and I goes as such:
(Rico mumbling to himself with a look of deep concentration)

Jordan:Whatcha doin' over there buddy? Who ya talkin' to?

Rico:Nobody. I was just thinking about something.

J:Oh yeah? What's that in your hand?(I notice he is holding his favorite cat picture)

R:It's a CAAAAT! Look at it! Hu-huh-huh-huuuuuuh-aaaaahh!(His laughter continues for another minute or so) Look at it! Look what its doing!

J:I know right? That's funny huh buddy?I've seen this add he is holding,probably 200 times now,it's of a cat clutching itself as if it has to use the restroom.

R:Yeeee-aaaaah! I am going to put it up on the wall so we, soooo we can see it all the time!!! Heeeee! Hee hee ehh huh huhhuh!!

J:Nooooo...remember the deputy said that you can't put it up anymore. Or your going to get a write up remember buddy?

R:What if I put it up over here by my bed?What about right here bunky? Under here?

J:Well I don't want you to get in trouble bud. Remember what the deputy said? It's up to you to risk it.

R:Naaaaaw...ok I won't put it up again. But look at what it's doing!!!(Explodes into luaghter again)

I have had that same conversation with, probably about a hundred times. Between waking him up for count time and chow, and telling him how to spell words like "wow" and "read",it's like being a teacher sometimes. A special ED teacher I guess. I speak somewhat fondly of him sometimes,but don't get me wrong,he's absolutely detestable. Although he's gotten better,he's still pretty gross. But I would be like if I said I don't in soem small way like the goofy bastard. And I will probably will also in some small, small small,small way miss looking after him when I leave. I almost worry a little bit, that his new bunky won't know to wake him up to go to chow and dayroom. Or that his new cellmate will be mean to him. But that's just because my stupid heart is too big for it's own good sometimes. I'll tell you one thing though, I am not going to stick around here any longer than I have to to make sure Rico is ok. But I might send him some funny pictures of cats once I am released. That's all for today. I literally have to right now wake up Rico for chow! Checking another day off the old calender. Another day down,another day closer to home. See ya later.