Corrections Facility 101: Better To Brown Bag It.

Hi,

I just saw the Jeff Bridges movie where he impersonates Chris Kristofferson. It was pretty good. It reminded me of when my biological father called me when I was around 25 and I didn't have much of anything to say to him either. And it also reminded me how freaking annoying it is that Hollywood movies always have to tie the story up in a bow. But at least they left that part pretty on point.

This morning(ish) I heard about this book called SUM by David Eagleman. In it he talks about the afterlife and all the ways Chris Buttars will one day be _____________.

He also mentions three forms of death. The first would be kinda like when my dad (the one that raised me) was watching TV one afternoon in 1993 and took a nap, as was his custom, and never woke up. The second part is the whole funeral thing which I guess can be a pretty cool ceremony in some cultures like when Segourney Weaver dies in Avatar, but in my culture it sucked and was so sad I kept forgetting to cry until like two years later. Anyway, the really interesting part of this interview was about the third and final form of death: "... sometime in the future when your name is spoken for the last time."

Right now I'm listening to Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison album.

Sounds like it was quite a party.

My dad worked at this prison for about 28 years...

He probably supervised the making of that sign.

Legend has it that one day one of the inmates took a giant crap in the giant vat of spaghetti sauce that everyone who worked and lived there was gonna eat.

I guess they all ate it...

Speaking of prison...

I'll be playing tonight with Casey Shea at Rockwood. We go on at 1AM(ish).

Mwah!

M

P.S. Except my dad.

P.P.S. My mom packed him a roast beef sandwich that day.

P.P.P.S. I bet that job kinda sucked.