What a year 2013 turned out to be. I started out the year making fish tacos for my cats and watching football and eating a Five Star Meal I'd prepared for my friends at USP Lewisburg, and I'm ending the year 1000 miles away and a couple of prisons later playing Scrabble at FTC Oklahoma City as I wait to catch a plane to my new joint in Southern California.
In spite of the fact that I spent six months of 2013 in solitary, I don't really have any complaints. Was it hard? Sure, but my life is hard...just like everybody else's. It's all relative though. There's a popular saying that even I sometimes use that goes, "Life is about how you play the cards you're dealt." But the truth is that for the most part, we are the "Dealers" of our own cards in life. The German philosopher Nitcheze said that one definition of insanity is. "Repeating the same mistakes and expecting different results" and I plan to at least attempt to not repeat in 2014 the mistakes that I did in 2013. But I'm still a work in progress. All of life is about heaven and hell; laughter and tears; joy and pain. All of life is about the yin and the yang, and all of life is about change. Out there or back here. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow.
Instead of dwelling on the negative things that happened in my life this past year, I prefer to look at all of the positive things that transpired. I prefer to look at my cracked glass as being half full. In the last year, I met several nice people from all over the world as readers to my blog continued to grow; my first book was released; my first children's book is completed and in the "Proof" stage; I bought Gnomez a new sombrero; I lost five pounds; I joyfully participated in 50 Cheeseburger Days; and I managed to piss off three separate wardens in various parts of the country. All good stuff.
Tonight I'll be spending the evening playing Scrabble. The three people who will be attempting to best me are a big fat Mexican named Tito from San Diego who has a bald head and "Pump Your Brakes Bitch" tattooed on the side of it; a skinny white guy from Dallas who looks crafty, speaks Russian fluently, and has one eye that doesn't open all the way. I call him Lee Harvey; and a tall white guy with a gray flat top and gold wire-rimmed glassed that I call Bomber Bob.
Bomber Bob has a short fuse and an explosive temper. He is a former air traffic controller who after becoming disgruntled and quitting his job placed bombs in four of his ex coworkers homes. They detonated, but much to Bomber Bob's dismay, nobody was hurt. He received half the sentence that I did and in it's infinite wisdom, the BOP waived the judge's recommendation that he take anger management because he told his case manager that he was taking meditation classes.
I love playing Scrabble, and in spite of the fact that I'm not the brightest bulb on the string, one thing I do know how to do is spel. I commonly make up words while playing Scrabble and give fake definitions for the ficticious words. Last night I put on my serious face and laid down the word "ilf." I explained that it was a small donkey that was indigenous to the Himalayan mountains, then I shut up and gave my fellow Scrabblers the Medium Eye. After a minute or so, Lee Harvey said to Tito, "Yeah. I think Shirley McLain and her Sherpa rode an ilf when she went to the Himalayas." Tito seemed to consider this for a minute and then nodded and said, "I think I heard that too" and they let it slide. Having gotten away with my last crime of 2013, I felt the need to talk some smack so I called them all losers for not challenging a word so blatantly false as ilf. It was too much for Bomber Bob. He exploded and screamed, "FUCK!!!!!" and pounded the table and walked off. So much for those meditation classes and that Zen-like state, huh? I checked my cell for bombs before I went to bed though.
So that is how I plan to close out this year: Using words to entertain people, including myself. I hope that all of you out there in the bloggersphere are drinking copious amounts of alcohol as you read this New Years Blog. And I wish all of you well and hope that you have a prosperous 2014. I'll see ya next year.
Jeffrey P. Frye
12/31/2013
murderslim.com
Bank Robber's Blog
@bankblogger2
www.bankblogger.weebly.com
In spite of the fact that I spent six months of 2013 in solitary, I don't really have any complaints. Was it hard? Sure, but my life is hard...just like everybody else's. It's all relative though. There's a popular saying that even I sometimes use that goes, "Life is about how you play the cards you're dealt." But the truth is that for the most part, we are the "Dealers" of our own cards in life. The German philosopher Nitcheze said that one definition of insanity is. "Repeating the same mistakes and expecting different results" and I plan to at least attempt to not repeat in 2014 the mistakes that I did in 2013. But I'm still a work in progress. All of life is about heaven and hell; laughter and tears; joy and pain. All of life is about the yin and the yang, and all of life is about change. Out there or back here. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow.
Instead of dwelling on the negative things that happened in my life this past year, I prefer to look at all of the positive things that transpired. I prefer to look at my cracked glass as being half full. In the last year, I met several nice people from all over the world as readers to my blog continued to grow; my first book was released; my first children's book is completed and in the "Proof" stage; I bought Gnomez a new sombrero; I lost five pounds; I joyfully participated in 50 Cheeseburger Days; and I managed to piss off three separate wardens in various parts of the country. All good stuff.
Tonight I'll be spending the evening playing Scrabble. The three people who will be attempting to best me are a big fat Mexican named Tito from San Diego who has a bald head and "Pump Your Brakes Bitch" tattooed on the side of it; a skinny white guy from Dallas who looks crafty, speaks Russian fluently, and has one eye that doesn't open all the way. I call him Lee Harvey; and a tall white guy with a gray flat top and gold wire-rimmed glassed that I call Bomber Bob.
Bomber Bob has a short fuse and an explosive temper. He is a former air traffic controller who after becoming disgruntled and quitting his job placed bombs in four of his ex coworkers homes. They detonated, but much to Bomber Bob's dismay, nobody was hurt. He received half the sentence that I did and in it's infinite wisdom, the BOP waived the judge's recommendation that he take anger management because he told his case manager that he was taking meditation classes.
I love playing Scrabble, and in spite of the fact that I'm not the brightest bulb on the string, one thing I do know how to do is spel. I commonly make up words while playing Scrabble and give fake definitions for the ficticious words. Last night I put on my serious face and laid down the word "ilf." I explained that it was a small donkey that was indigenous to the Himalayan mountains, then I shut up and gave my fellow Scrabblers the Medium Eye. After a minute or so, Lee Harvey said to Tito, "Yeah. I think Shirley McLain and her Sherpa rode an ilf when she went to the Himalayas." Tito seemed to consider this for a minute and then nodded and said, "I think I heard that too" and they let it slide. Having gotten away with my last crime of 2013, I felt the need to talk some smack so I called them all losers for not challenging a word so blatantly false as ilf. It was too much for Bomber Bob. He exploded and screamed, "FUCK!!!!!" and pounded the table and walked off. So much for those meditation classes and that Zen-like state, huh? I checked my cell for bombs before I went to bed though.
So that is how I plan to close out this year: Using words to entertain people, including myself. I hope that all of you out there in the bloggersphere are drinking copious amounts of alcohol as you read this New Years Blog. And I wish all of you well and hope that you have a prosperous 2014. I'll see ya next year.
Jeffrey P. Frye
12/31/2013
murderslim.com
Bank Robber's Blog
@bankblogger2
www.bankblogger.weebly.com