1980 Chevy Top-off K5 Blazer Rock Crawler. Hand-made model in 1/12 scale.

It took 800 hours, during a span of 11 months, to shape popsicle and tootsie pop sticks into this unstoppable rock crawler.

It is a genuine "Made in Prison" article, assembled with rudimentary toots like fingernail clippers.

This model sold for $ 400.

Made with:

• popsicle sticks
• tootsie pop sticks
• wood glue
• paper clips
• home-made pain (some acrylic)

Tools used:

• fingernail clippers
• paper clip "screw drivers"
• sand paper

All my models are one-of-a-kind (1 of1) and never duplicated. They range from $200 to $500.

Please write me via snail mail for question or comments (I am a lifer with 20 years in):

Anthony Eidson J83424

330-2-58 UP

P.O. BOX 9

Avenal, CA 93204 USA

1930 Ford 5 Winow Coupe Hot Rod. Hand-Made model in 1/12 scale.

It took 623 hours, during a span of 6 months, to shape popsicle and tootsie pop sticks into this classic hot rod.

It is a genuine "Made in Prison" article, assembled with

rudimentary tools like fingernail clippers. This model sold for $ 250.

Made with:

• popsicle sticks
• tootsie pop sticks
• wood glue
• paper clips
• home-made pain (some acrylic)

Tools used:

• fingernail clippers
• paper clip "screw drivers"
• sand paper

All my models are one-of-a-kind (1 of1) and never duplicated. They range from $200 to $500.

Please write me via snail mail for question or comments (I am a lifer with 20 years in):

Anthony Eidson J83424

330-2-58 UP

P.O. BOX 9

Avenal, CA 93204 USA

His Tragedy

Here
the medical crimes timeline
and all the reports.








She wanted him as her own because
of sex and wealth,
but new that ihs heart already belonged
to someone else.

So she developed a plan, also made
up a story
that would take ihs freedom and steel his
lover's glory.

She told police ie beat her and they
realized her storybwas fake,
but being prejudiced, they convinced her to
transform domestic violence into rape.

Because of this woman, a perverse trial
and crooked D.A.,
the innocent Carlo Parlanti is in
prison today.

He never did wrong, still life threw
him a curve,
another case in the court of law
where justice wasn't served.

Carlo is God's child, so there will
come a day
that God's wrath will rain on all who
took years or his life away.

Right now the evil doers are the ones
ahead in score,
but even though he lost the battle,
Carlo will win the war.

Write to me:

David Johnson AE9005
310-2-32L Po Box 9
Avenal, CA 93204
USA

Angel

Jonathan Wayne Parks

Carlo and Katia

Frankie Hernandez

Relentless

Relentless: Don't move, don't give in, give in... give in...no. Some people think it0s about being tough, being hard. Though character comes only from having suffered more than maybe the next guy. A man might go through something really retched, and having survived is then tougher than he was before, Being hard comes form being I have hardened, It doesn't really seem desirable to be tough or hard, but I must survive. I have determined to persevere and not to give up in spite of the pain that keeps coming back over and over. That's the only real reason I can go on at all. It is because I know that it stops even if for a time, it stop hurting for a while and life shines in like sunshine through the living room window. When the pain comes, it smashes me. I fight it knowing that I will last longer that it does. Everything changes, feelings change, situations change, pain changes. It is a matter of perseverance. Relentless perseverance. The pain rages against the inside of my skull like huge waves crashing upon the rocks. It is a storm inflicted by unknown forces of nature that cannot be stopped. I fight but I cannot hope to abate the pain. No, I fight for my dignity. I fight to keep the hope that promises relief. Other men and women have failed in this same fight, I know. I do not condemn them, nor do I pity them. They made their choice. All things considered, the choice was not unreasonable. In my own situation, I have withstood 24 years of the mist exquisite pain known to medical science. That is often how th medical journals describe the Cluster Headaches that assault me. They come in cluster: as many as three days for up to five days running- I want to brag that I have accomplished something that is difficult, but the truth is that I have only managed to hang around longer that the pain. I cannot say anything in particular will definitely bring about the pain, and I'm never sure how long it will last. All I know is that it will get better! If I just stay with it, and not give up, then the pain will go away. That is my hope. So, I persevere. I think a lot of people have gotten by in the same way. We all just keep on going. Having survived, we are thought ones we don't have any medals hanging out our chests. There are no certificates, awards or plaques for us to show.Our continued existence is our testimony. We are relentless. When forces completely beyond our control force terrible pressure upon us, we don't relent, we will remain when they have done with us. I don't know if other s feel the same4 way I do about this, but it wears me down. I feel so tired at times that it is almost like I could just let slip the grip I have and wonder if I wouldn't just slide into the abyss. Have stood at that edge, and felt as if my grip had slid to the very edge of my finger tips. It was as if I was balances in one timeless moment were the choice was altogether one way or the other. I could go in only one of just two directions. I have always leaned. Pushed, clawed and dragged towards the relentless condition of my life. I have stood at the edge, looked in, and I know what is my character. I'm relentless.

What if God got blinked?

Sometimes I feel like a bit of a freak. I guess I don't mind because I keep acting the part, but how I can help it? I'm the way I am, at least at the moment. I try my best, or at least I do want to even id it seems like I could somehow do better. My jokes often fall flat, my cute quips flounder. People half smile and mumbled: “OK...” Oh, I don't think of it as utter rejection. It does seem like something less than total acceptance either. My ego has come to a place where I am OK with me and how I affect people, but I don't want to alienate anyone. After all, I do like people. Oh, there are so many disappointments, out on the whole, I would have to say that I'm more in favor of compassion than I am supportive of disassociative behavior. Certainly, this place makes dependency and bitterness a real problem. Someone gets down, and it has an impact on everyone around them. That's one of the reasons I try to avoid the pity party. Perhaps most people would not put it that way. I guess the normative view might be to say that is important to engage a pro social behavior for the common good of the members of the particular social unit... OK that language might be normative of a sociologist or something.
Great, I can't really guess at what a normative statement might really sound like just at the moment. Given enough time, I believe I could at least fake it. I don't know , I just fell like something of an outsider.. That's fine in prison. I don't want to be with the in-crowd here. I have managed to move in and through these cycles with a very comfortable level of acceptance. We all get along just fine, but I don't want to be anyone's homie. I don't want to be triple help. Let them be cool. I'll just do my own thing and be happy. It does work for me. I fell love and compassion for people, even the challenging one. Compassion is not always the first response, but it can come later even if I must grab hold with but hands and drag it to the front of my soul. It can be difficult to be accepting of other when it seems as if they y be less accepting of themselves. No Problem: love 'em anyway. There are some really, really unattractive people. I don't mean they look ugly, I mean that they act ugly. I'm learning o be less critical that way. As I treat people the way I want to be treated , and fell good about it, I become more and more comfortable it is the way I feel about myself and how I fit into the world. It really doesn't matter how they act, it is more about what I do that makes me feel comfortable about my little place in the world.