Written, pencilled, inked by: Heath Parker Lail
Well I've survived (so far) 175 previous issues. I've lost lovers, friends, regained said friends and added a new (hopefully-long term) subscriber and friend to the mag. I'm tired tonight but I just wanted to tell you all that I am chinking away at these guys, one or two at a time. Whenever possible, I pull them to the side and talk to them for 5-10 minutes about why they need to reform and try to reenter society as productive citizens. I think I'm making headway with a few of them. I try not to talk down to them (though I personally dislike dumbing my way of speech down I understand these are KIDS) and give them positive steering, peppered with a lil advice from my own life when relevant.
In other Parkwood news, I'm being put on the West Unit on Monday from 3P-11P. Entering the West Unit can best be described like entering the sleepy little video-game town of Silent Hill. Creepy, shrouded in mystery and fog, and you might just not make it out alive. Why you ask? Oh, the West Unit is just the Psychotic Adult Unit. It's only the guys seeing things on the wall and such--the real creepy-crawlies and hidden dangers of Parkwood Hospital. Cross your fingers that I don't meet my personal Hannibal Lecter Monday evening...otherwise, should be fun;)
Well, more to come in the days ahead...even if I do not post again until then, I will post of my adventures in Unit West late Monday night as it promises to be different than my experiences thus far. I wouldn't recommend letting the kids stay up to read the Journal that night...it might contain PG-13, NC-17 or perhaps even XXX-rated contents. Sleep well...
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