SPM Responds (Part 11)

11/8/12

Fam,

            I received a letter from Incandesio, and it had the two winning questions of the month, her “Letter to Lykos 29”, lots of questions from you guys and the transcribed “Quick Update” called “Our Cancer, Our Cure,” among other things. It was a great read.

            Before I get to the two most voted on questions, let me speak on something I read at the end of this letter. There was a chick named RockyD who insulted Incandesio for having a blog about my case. RockyD’s bible was the Houston Press article, and her main argument was that I knew how old Jill Odom was because I was picking her up from school. May I rot in hell if I ever picked Jill up from some Middle School. And I never said I did. On one occasion I dropped Jill off in the morning, at the back of the school, where there was a football field. She didn’t want me to drop her off at the building, and I just figured she had some dude she was messing with and didn’t want him to see her getting out of my car. The school was in Pasadena Texas, right outside of Houston, but I wasn’t familiar with that area back then. School had already started, and there was nobody outside. That was the first and last time I ever dropped her off at a school, and I’m not even sure how she woke me up that morning.

            RockyD is getting her info from an article that’s full of inaccurate info, and accepting it as the almighty truth. She said that Incandesio was making herself look like a dumbass, yet those words only apply to the one who wrote them.

            The two winning questions were:

1.)    Has there been any progress towards a new trial?

2.)    If you had a second chance at life, what would you do differently?

1.)    Answer: Yes, everyday there’s progress because everyday we continue to dig. We just hired an investigator who came highly recommended. We’re having a meeting this month, and I’ll let you know how that goes.

What’s important is that we progress in every way. Yesterday, one of my homies, Abel, said, “Los, I like how you stay positive, but you can’t deny the fact that you’ve already lost ten years of your life.”

            I said, “All I’ve done is gain ten years, brother. In the world is where I was losing years, and it would have ended years ago. But even if I was doing good out there, none of my life has been wasted. Time wasted only happens when you waste time.

            “Today, I read eighty pages of the western book Gravy let me borrow, and I got some cool ideas on how to write my own fiction. I also learned the meaning of six words, because I read books with my dictionary next to me. This morning I studied my Grammar and Style workbook, and learned some punctuation rules. After I spoke to you yesterday, I jotted down some notes on the story you told me; the one of how that ruca did you wrong. I could use parts of that material for a scene in a movie, or a book, or a song. Ya see, bro, I don’t waste time.”

            Abel was, like, “You better pay me if you use my story for something.”

2.)    Answer: I would definitely do things differently, and that’s because I’ve learned so much from being in prison. I’m a student of life, but I’m also the class clown. Thankfully, my Teacher in heaven has much patience.

In the world my number one problem was always being under the influence, whether it was syrup, trees, alcohol or a blue and yellow purple pill.

            When you’re on drugs, you’re not the person who you really are. You’re only who you are when you’re drug and alcohol free.

            Imagine being in a house, and you want to build it stronger and more beautiful. But when the house smokes weed, it becomes a different house. It’s impossible to work on the real house, if you’re at a different house. When you’re under the influence of something, you might feel like it’s still you, but it’s not. You’re in La La Land, and all it does is weaken the real house, which is your life.

            So, that’s rule number one for me. Fuck living with red eyes, leaned out, half out of my mind. I wanna stay just like I am today. I divorced Mary Jane (MJ) back in 2010, and the bitch is still trying to get back with me. Just last week I had to tell her to fuck off. I could get blowed on the daily, but I don’t wanna waste my life.

            What’s ironic is The S.O.N. has a song called “Don’t Go Away”, about me hoping that MJ never leaves me. Of course, the Dukes of Hazzard used to jump over lakes in their car. If you think entertainment is a great way to live, jump in your Honda and give that a try.

Con Mucho Amor,

Los