Adama

I live with it and move on as best I can. The decisions I’ve made, the pain I’ve caused and the pain that I’ve felt. I move forward with my life and those choices and that pain stays, its a part of me and I accept that, by moving forward I feel that I can live with it.

Exodus

I’m all packed for a week of getting lost, writing and seeing the sights I didn’t see the first time.

Face

The circles gave me an idea

Impatience

Ten more days before I see her again. Ten more days of imagined conversations, knowing its against my nature to say even half the things I want to. Ten more days till I walk through streets so far away from everyone. Ten more days and I can be in my own head without distractions. Ten more days and I can get gloriously lost. Ten more days of waiting knowing I can only stay fourteen. Ten more days and its all I think about.

HM Barwon

Reading up on prisons and Justice topics again. Not for anything other than my own curiosity and I wonder why I stopped since I always found it fascinating.

Remembering my trip to Barwon I’m surprised at how vivid the memory is. I can remember the class getting off the bus and joking around while we waited to get inside. I was fidgety and anxious at the prospect of walking into a maximum security prison much to the amusement of everyone around me. I don’t think anyone expected me to be so pumped.

We were taken to a large room where families usually meet up with inmates and the class was seperated to the four corners of the room. After a time each group would alternate. One corner had Screws talking about running the prison and the others were inmates. One was a well built boganish looking man who was in prison for holdups to feed an addiction. In another corner was Machine Gun Charlie a champoin kick boxer who was inside for drug trafficking. Reading up on him tonight I found out he got released in 2007, two years after I met him. As of now he is serving a minimum 8 years once again for trafficking. Finally there was a bald asian man who said he smuggled drugs using computers, but on the bus one of the Teachers said his story was completely different last year. The skill with which that man could lie was something that’d put a big shot actor to shame.

I wished at the time I could take a tour of the place, but having since read a ton of things about Barwon over the years I’m good.

Soon

The closer it comes the more I want it all.

Weekend stuff.

Had a pretty decent weekend, a birthday thing at Errol streets Comedy Lounge then a good ol house party. The house party was great I got to flex some mental muscles that are criminally underused. I don’t get to talk about the Cert IV in Justice much or talk about crime and prisons and noirish things. The SRC peeps just keep getting cooler.

It was unnecessary but I felt pretty vindicated about after some reading and a heart to heart with someone I’ve come to find as smart and damn good to talk to.

The woman who hired me turned up at the party and I think an early post I wrote about her was spot on.

Well that was my last weekend out in Melbourne for a while, now I have to conserve my money and work a ton of shifts so I can rest all the easier when I’m back in Bane.

Northy-ness

Two weeks till my second trip to Brisbane. Thats all i wanna say.

A shot of awesome in the arm, both arms!

Double dose of good news! Mum is back and an interesting development in regards to Augusts Water, though more on the latter another time.

Pop

A book he’d read
is in my hands
With memories of him
we read together