Today I signed a petition for a Monument to remember a Very Good Man.I went to school with his Son,as a matter of fact Billy (HIS SON)gave me my first nose bleed.I am afraid I had it coming,we were in the Fourth Grade.Billy was pushing me around,and I called him a Son of A Bitch.Well at that time I didn't even know what it meant.I had heard someone call somebody that Phrase,It hurt the somebodys feelings real bad,thats what I was trying to do to Billy.Well,I'm the only one who got his feelings hurt,instead of making him feel bad,it made him Very Mad.He hit me right in the middle of my face,POW,when I got up off the ground I felt my nose and,on my hand was blood.Needless to say I never called him a Son of A Bitch again,nor anyone else. Do Not ask me why I told you about this Memory of long ago,just forget about it. LATER RED

When I was watching "JUDGING AMY" this morning,I listened to what the Publisher of Amys Brother,He told him he wanted him to write about the life of one of the Inmates he was teaching in the State Penitentiary.A no-holds barred description of the Inmates life.The reason he gave was to give the public some insight on how,and why he wound up in the Pen.A Story about the STREETS.NO-HOLDS-BARRED,that is what I tried to do the night I wasn't allowed to Post my piece about Prostitution.You people need to know everything about the Streets if for no other reason than Education.I am constantly seeing,and hearing every night how the regular citizenry are being Robbed, Killed, Raped,or Terrorized by the Criminal Element.My Dad has watched Me time,and time again shaking my head back and forth while watching the news.Anymore he doesn't ask me what's wrong,because he knows what my answer would be, "PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING" about what is going on around them.Having been where I write about is not FUN, I have sat here a lot of nights thinking about what subject to write about,I sometimes get Goose Bumps. I don't like dredging up some of the Crap I tell you about. LATER RED

I have heard,and read recently about the problem of Illiteracy in our Penal Institutions,County,State,and Federal.When I was in L.A.County,I was Totally Surprised when I saw how many of the inmates weren't able to read,or write.Also,how dangerous it could be,to be able to read,or write.One day a deputy came around to "CHARLEY ROW" asking if anyone wanted to go to School.About nine inmates and myself raised our hands.When we got to the Classroom there was Ten more from other rows'. When the teacher got through with introducing himself,he asked how far each of us had got to in our education.I was the only one who had made it to the twelfth grade level.When I saw the looks they gave me,I wished I had said third grade.After that was over the teacher started having us read a few lines out of an history book,Bad Idea,when you put any inmate in the position to Humiliate themselves,you could be inadvertently causing yourself to be Hurt,or worse.When I told the Teacher about having Five Doctors that would help me get into Med School,one of the inmates asked me if I thought I was smarter than everyone else? I said No,or I wouldn't be in Jail.I never was without Cigarettes,when I got close to running out of them, I would write Letters to there Families,Writs to there Lawyers. I charged more for the Writs,because they dealt with legal matters.
When it comes to the literacy problem,or any other form of Rehabilitation,the First thing you need is Prisoners who want to be Rehabilitated. That is all for tonight. GOOD NIGHT MRS.KALLABASH,WHERE EVER YOU ARE. RED

The other night when I Shocked you so much on the Subject of Prostitution,there was one example of the Cruel side of that life I didn't get a chance to tell you.This happened in San Fransisco,in an area known as "THE TENDERLOIN",I was living on Ellis Street. My old lady usually had her hair done up every Two Days,and a couple of her lady friends would come and have theres done also.Well, one of them didn't show up,which set my old lady to worrying,she asked me if I would go over and see what was wrong.When I got there,I wasn't ready for what I saw.She was lying on the floor,right in Front of Her Apartment Door,Her Throat was Sliced Open from Ear-to-Ear.She was Very Dead.Without disturbing any of the Crime Scene,I backed off and went down the hallway to the Managers Apartment and,had him call the Cops.I took him to her apartment,and showed him what had happened.When the Cops arrived they asked me what I saw,I told them how I came to be there,then they asked the Manager about her,and he said she was a Hooker that gave nobody a hard time,payed her rent on time,and had a Two Year Old Girl that lived with her mother.He also told them about Three or Four PIMPS had been Threatening Her because she was an Independent Hooker who wouldn't Join up with them.Pimps do not like Independent Hookers.You see,the Money She makes is all hers,if she was Hooked up with a Pimp,they would be KEEPING ALL of IT.They would Feed Her,Dress Her,and get her HOOKED on DRUGS.That is the way it is,when I got Home,and told Kim what had happened,she wanted to go where the Pimps hung-out,and Kill them ALL. THAT WAS NOT A GOOD NIGHT. RED

I'm sorry,but i am experiencing Writers' Block. Later RED