Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Inmate 483233: (1967 - 2021)
Inmate 483233 didn't commit crimes, he committed a series diabolical attrocities. When I learned that he was recently stabbed to death by a fellow inmate I thought I'd be heartened by the de facto justice. But I wasn't. It was insufficient.
His murderous, unimaginable, torturous acts in May of 2012 in Grassy Fork just down the road in Cocke County ushered in my complete abandonment of any residual belief in god. An ironic gift from this horror of a human, carbon-based composite. I refuse to ever utter his name. This rocked my world, folks. Changed me forever. Left me embarrassed that I ever believed in the existence of god.
