gnikniht backwards? in Adventures From Prison

When the Hell did it get to be November?!? You would think as someone struck in prison waiting for his release date to arrive that I’d be happy to wake up and realize that the year is nearly over, but for me it feels like it’s just another year of opportunity gone down the drain. Even here I’m filled with the desire to accomplish something worthy of another year of my life, which is usually as successful as trying to knock a brick wall down with your forehead…not that I’ve ever tried. HeeHee, I could see that newspaper headline (pun intended): Man escapes prison by using his head.
It’s been a weird year. On three separate occasions I’ve been told by members of my family that they are glad I’m in prison because right now the world kinda sucks. That always leaves me scratching my head. I guess for many people the life without responsibility would be welcome. We don’t have to worry about bills or money or job security, no matter what there is always food, warmth, clean clothes, showers and entertainment. For someone like me, whose artistic expression is more important than career/social esteem, there are days I do feel lucky to have this chance to focus on my art without distraction. Is that wrong? Don’t for a second think that I don’t want to be free, because that would be ridiculous, but I can see myself looking back in 10 years and missing the opportunity to live by listening to my whims without consequences. To a large extent, my biggest stress comes from the realization that I will never have a better opportunity to write my masterpieces than right now. I’ve only got 8 more years and I haven’t done it yet, so when I wake up and it’s November I feel a loss not a gain.