only two people wrote me the entire time i was in the joint. turd and phoneutria. turd wrote once but didn’t put a return address on the envelope, so they wouldn’t let me have it. after i was released on wednesday i finally read it… while sitting in front of a harris teeter waiting for a taxi to take me to the bus station. it was a profound and edifying experience. he had copied some stuff from a wikipedia article on some skeptics. sextus empiricus and another dude… agrippa or something like that. might discuss some of it with him later if i hear from him again.
phoneutria, on the other hand, maintained contact with me my whole bid, and, bless her soul, bought me some goodies to eat every month. she even bought me books and clothes. don’t know what i woulda done without her. probably woulda started extorting the inmates for their commissary, i dunno.
now check this out. what i am about to relate to you should blow your mind.
i call it the blue footed booby event… a coincidence unprecedented and unlike anything i’ve ever experienced before.
once in a while phoneutria would include in her letters a little doodle of something (she’s a great artist), and i would tear out pictures from national geographics and put quote bubbles above the characters, and send the picture with my letters to her. well this one time she drew a picture of two blue footed boobies standing beside each other and one says comically to the other ‘what are they looking at?’ or something like that. can’t remember exactly what it was.
now check this out. the day before i got that letter (maybe it was two days, can’t remember), i shit you not, i tore a picture of two blue footed boobies out of a national geographic, which i was going to send to her… with one booby saying to the other ‘why don’t you take a picture?’ i swear to god i’m not lying. they were exactly the same size and in the same position, standing beside each other, as in her doodle.
now how do you explain that? talk about non-local causality and spooky action at a distance! what are the chances of that happening?
i don’t think she believed me… and you probably don’t believe me either. i think i telepathically transmitted the image of the boobies i had in my mind, to her.