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Jul. 2nd, 2010

smells like i'm right

06. Who loves law, dies either mad or poor.

Now the days are longer, hotter. I spend most of my time reading, and in contemplation. I prefer the reading. It's better to have someone else's thoughts to fill my mind and distract me from my own.

However, a man can't live on coffee alone, as much as he might like to, and a man can't spend all his time reading. A man's mind and hands must both have their work to do.

With that in mind, I've started a business of sorts, in the metaphorical sense, as there's no money involved. Law exists to help the people, but it can fall short. It can be twisted. Law, like coffee, is a pure, fine thing, but both can be soured by improper preparation and misused tools.

Accidentally, perhaps. Perhaps not.

I want to sweeten those sour legal notes, and with that in mind, I'm offering my legal expertise to those who need it. I might not be allowed to practice, but there's no law on this earth that can stop me from talking. I specialize in appeals, but there is a catch: you have to convince me you deserve my help. I don't have time for fools or charlatans.
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Jun. 15th, 2010

good to the last drop

[SCENE] Ema and Diego in: Please Stalk My Sister

Ema: ((I'mma pay you with coffee so please do a good stalking job, sir. D: ))

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Jun. 13th, 2010

good to the last drop

05. You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep the spring from coming

I'm a lucky man. My collection of coffee, my one amenity, keeps growing. But every man is lucky who has friends. Thanks, Ambassador. If you ever need a Cohdopian coffee testimonial, I'll be happy to provide you with one.

There are many things I'm fortunate to have.

If there's a book, or a story, or a poem that you care about, it's a good idea to reread it in every new phase in your life and see what else it might have to show you. I was rereading one of my own favorite books, and this line stood out:

I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.

It stung in a way I don't remember it stinging before.

One benefit of growing older is that words we once merely understood intellectually we grow to feel, with the bitter yet necessary nerves of experience. It's almost enough to make one laugh. Or weep.

As recently as a few months ago, I hadn't been able to picture what my life would be like in a year's time, because I had no vision of the future. I suppose I do have a future after all.

There are still things I'd like to do. I'd like to visit Mexico and Puerto Rico, to see where my grandparents lived. I'd like to go dancing again and keep dancing all night, until I'm so tired that I can't sleep. I'd like to work in a coffee shop somewhere, see what it's like to have a simple job again--not that I think that kind of job is easy, but it doesn't involve matters of life and death, and that could be a nice change. I might like to run a coffee shop of my own.

Most of all, I'd like to help people. To advise the wrongfully convicted. Or victims of domestic abuse. There are too many people who don't know their rights. I'm tired of seeing the justice system abused.

May. 30th, 2010

thoughtful and open

04. What soul is without flaws?

In case anyone's wondering, Ken's been taken to see a specialist, for his medical condition. Nothing serious. He's fine. He'll be back late in the coming week.

The birds keep fluttering around the windows, looking for Ken. It's a little heartbreaking to see them like that. It's heartbreaking to see anyone separated from the one they love. Especially an animal, which can't understand. You could say we're all animals, because no one really understands loss.

As for me, I'm still here, for good or ill, depending on your point of view. Fortunately, I've managed to get my hands on a better grade of coffee (not that I'd say no to more coffee). Thanks, Maya. It meant a lot to me, and I don't only mean the coffee. Has the better coffee put me in a better mood? I think that's a matter of perspective, too. Me in a good mood might not be good for everyone else. But maybe it'll make me more forgiving, who can say?

I do try to forgive those who deserve it, although I'm not a naturally forgiving man. For anyone who matters in this world, forgiving oneself might be the hardest task. Whose flaws do we know better than our own? What mistakes are clearer and sharper in the mind's eye than the ones we've made ourselves?

Recently, I made more than one terrible mistake. I think about those mistakes a great deal. I've apologized to the people I wronged, and maybe they haven't all accepted my apologies, but they're not obligated to. The only thing I can be sure of was that I meant every word.

I think it's about time to stop making apologies, so I'll say it one last time, and if it's meant for you, you'll know.

I'm sorry.

Now I'll get on with living.
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May. 22nd, 2010

thoughtful and open

[Scene] Diego and Acro in: Getting to Know You

Set sometime in February, not too long after Diego arrives at the prison.

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May. 19th, 2010

open smile

03. Pero yo ya no soy yo

I'd like to state for the record, such as it is, that I disapprove of the way certain therapy sessions are being run. There's something to be said, however, for real therapy, no matter where one finds it. Thanks to those who've helped me find it.

I'm trying to be more open than I have been. I wonder if I should write to my father, or to my sister. They should know that I'm alive.

Some accuse me of being a poet, or trying to sound like one. Maybe they're right. That's a frightening thought.

While I'm being open, there's one thing I want to talk about.

I remember the time I bought you roses, and you looked annoyed with me. I asked what was wrong. You said I was being unoriginal. I should have found out what flowers you liked best. So I asked you what they were. You laughed and said I wasn't putting enough effort in, just flat out asking you like that.

You told me anyway. You liked those blue flax flowers that reminded you of home. It would have to be something that I couldn't find in the store. So I drove out and I looked for those damn flowers everywhere.

I came back tired and scratched up and covered in bug bites, but at least I had your flowers. I didn't care if I looked ridiculous, because it made you laugh. You said, "That's better," and I don't think I ever heard two nicer words.

May. 9th, 2010

thoughtful and open

02. Only mystery makes us live

I remember my mother in the morning, when I was a child. Standing by the window, the rising sun behind her. She wore a small smile on her lips as she breathed in the steam rising slowly from the cup of coffee cradled in her hands. I would ask her for a taste of it, every morning that I found her there.

Every morning I asked her, she lowered her head and gave me what I asked for. She drank her coffee with only a trace of milk, and I found it too bitter. Every morning, it was too bitter, until one day, when I was older, and I finally understood that bitterness. By then, my mother was gone.

Today is a day that we honor all mothers, the living and the dead. Mine and yours. They gave us life, and they give up their lives for us, if the need should someday come. For that, we owe them everything.

I look upon this day forever with love and sorrow. What I have done, I will always have done, and I can only say that I am sorry.

May. 6th, 2010

friendly smile

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May. 1st, 2010

good to the last drop

01: A man can be destroyed but not defeated

In the mornings, I watch the sun rise over the walls of the prison. It makes you feel like the walls don't matter so much, not in the face of that golden light. It falls everywhere, even here. Good thing I've got my own window. See, it's not all bad. I've heard it said that the only real prisons are the ones we make for ourselves, and there's a lot of truth in that.

The nice people on the ward finally saw fit to let me visit the common areas, after a fun few weeks of observation. I kept trying to tell them there wasn't much of anything to observe. All peace and quiet. I'd say their decision's the result of my powers of persuasion, but I don't want to flatter myself too much.

Terrible news, though: the coffee here isn't worthy of the name. I've decided to call it swill instead, a far more fitting title. What's a man to do? I'd say "give up coffee", but I don't think those words would pass my lips. So I won't try. Let's just say that I'll do my time in more ways than one. Hey, maybe once a man's had the best coffee of his life, he shouldn't push his luck.

Anyway, I'm a big boy. I can take my punishment. I did hear that they auctioned off what was left of my blends. I can only hope they went to someone who can appreciate them. If that person reads this somehow, someday, I hope they'll drink a cup in my honor.

And Wright? You've got a friend here. Could be it's not the best place to have a friend, but you've got one if you want one.
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