I don't wish to seem ungrateful for no longer being in my cell on Ryker's Island, I really don't.

But, God, I'm so incredibly bored with having nothing to do, day to day. I'm not one for sitting on my ass, and contemplating my navel in a Zen garden, as beautiful as the gardens here might be ( Read more... )

I'm really very much not cut out for a sedentary life of leisure.

I may, in fact, go stark raving mad if I don't get out and do something, and soon.

Japan.

The air smells somehow different here. Cleaner. Which is possibly an illusion created by my fervent desire to ascribe a meaning to being here that simply shouldn't be.

FreedomI can, should I so desire, take a shower without having to worry about whether or not someone will be sliding a sharpened spoon between my fourth and fifth ribs. ( Read more... )

Sleep.

My kingdom for 6 hours of restful, quiet sleep. It's a rarity in prison at the best of times, for the most normal of inmates. For someone who can hear a car horn honk 6 blocks away like he was under the damned hood, it's not likely to happen at allThere are amusements, even in here. Wilson's going half-crazy. Someone's dismantling his ( Read more... )

"Murdock," came the rasp of Hanratty, one of the few screws in the Protective Custody wing that didn't treat him like something he'd scraped off his shoe, "Get up. You got a visitor ( Read more... )

After midnight. Lights out was two hours ago. Matt is still in protective custody, still alone in his cell ( Read more... )

murdock_matt --

[noun]:

A master of sexual gratification

'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com

...well, then.

The topic for the week of 24-30 June 2005:

What is the biggest obstacle you have overcome in your existance?I barely remembered anything. They say that severe and lasting trauma can selectively edit parts of your memory. Your mind builds it's own defenses. I prefer to think of it another way: The human mind can only deal with so much, and when ( Read more... )

He took everything from me.

I was disbarred. The law had been the one constant in a life that had changed and shifted like the flow of a river. When dad was killed, it became something of an obsession. Justice, law...same thing to me, really, most days.

I lost it all at the hands of Wilson Fisk. My job, my house, my identity...everything, ( Read more... )

We all know the cliche: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder ( Read more... )