3:30 am
Holy SHIT! I'm drunk as a MOTHERF--KER!! Dave Weich at Powell's, who runs these blogs an' shit, as well as a million other amazing things, he told me I can say 'shit' and 'ass' but no 'f--k' or 'motherf--ker.'
So yeah, my brother Peter turned 26 at midnight tonight, it's his birthday is what I'm tryna tell ya. I called him this afternoon and was like, "Dude, let me take you out for a drink at midnight." This is a guy who never drinks, never smokes, nothing. But he was like, "Okay, cool." Goddamn! He f--kin' surprised me with that one.
So we had a drink, okay he had one, I had five. And now I'm back in the basement, tryin' a work on this FOUND book but f--kin' feelin' the Knob Creek, dang!
We here at FOUND Magazine, we mail magazines free to any U.S. inmate who requests one. This is partly because I worked in prisons for years as a creative writing instructor and feel like literature is rehabvilative so why the f--k not send it, and also 'cuz I want to get good FOUND stuff from prisons. We get a lot of interesting mail from pirsonwers. This one came today. I think it is amazing, and I hope you will write this poor, kind man a nice letter. Here he goes:
Dear Found Magazine, My name is Tyrone Jackson. I'm 24 yrs. old and I'm currently incarcerated in the Florida Prison system.
A friend of mine gave me one of your magazines to read (issue #3). I have never been so interested in any magazine like I'm interested in yours. I'm shocked at sime of the stuff that people can find. I'm really inetersted in recieving your maghazine and I noteiced that you will send free copies to inmates. If you can please put me on your mailing list, I love your maagzine. I'm gping to tell all of my friends about your magazine and I "promise" if I ever find anything laying aroundf this prison I will send it in for your magane to print. You'd be surprised at some stuff us inmates will find in prison :).
Another question I have is if you will print my letter in your magazine with my correct address. I know your not a pen pal agency but I was hoping that maybe I could find a good friend I can write and communicate with through one of your rrwaders. I don't have nobody in the free world besdies my grabdma. If you could do this I'd really apprreciate it but if not I'll understand and I'll still be just as appreciateive by you putting me on your mailing list to recieve your maagzine. I'm here until June 1st, 2009, but I can get out as early as September 30th 2008 on good behavior or maybe earlier than that if God will. I've been in prison since December 15th, 2004. Keep up the good work with your magazine and may God bless you with lots of findings.
Thank you
Sincerely,
Tyrone K. Jackson, Jr.
Tyrone K. Jackson, Jr.
#PO7393/H1-111-1
Lake C.I.
19225 U.S.Hwy.27
Clermont, FL 34715
Okay this is Davy again. WILL SOMEBODY READING THIS PLEASE WRITE TO TYRONE?!?!?! Even a short note of support would mean a lot to him, I'm sure.
If you've been reading my blog this week, you know about my friend Byron who is locked up in Missouri. I've been telling him about some of my favorite books to add to his reading list. Today I want to tell you about two incredible graphic novels/comic books/whatever the f--k you want to call them.
Jeffrey Brown's book Clumsy is absolutely beautiful. It's a love story, perfectly rendered. If you don't know Jeff Brown's work, you are in for an unbelievable treat. Sometimes I go to the video store and look at all the movies I know and love and have watched a million times before and WISH that I had never seen them before. That's how I feel about Jeff Brown's book Clumsy (well, yeah, all of his work). You are in for a f--kin' class-A treat if you've never seen his stuff before. Peep that shit, homey.
Same goes for Ben Snakepit's book, which collects the zine he's put together the last few years. Every day Ben draws a 3-panel comic strip which is basicallya journal of what he did that day. To read it, someone's journal of every single day's activiities, is to gain inisght into what our lives are made of on a day-to-day basis. Drinking, aprtying, trying to make art. It's f--kin' irresistible and addictive, peep that shit double homey.
I better be out. I ordered a pizza before I started this blog and that delivery dude (who is probably my friend Brande) is probably here waiting outside the door.
Holla at you soon
++DAvy