Last year, a measure went through making it possible for a prisoner to
file for a reduction of their sentence in cases of excessive penalties
set by the presiding judge.
But then the Oregon ledge put what folks in Texas call a kicker on the
order, namely that the only folks who would qualify for this new ability
to petition would be those with convictions beginning in Y2K.
Rob was convicted in October of 1999.
Eighty-Eight Months
Eighty-eight months for tossing a rock at a cop
Eighty-eight months
taking a whack to the head
with a hard rubber truncheon for connecting that rock
Eighty-eight months
getting smashed facedown
into the teargas-stained asphalt
getting his nose broken
in a ‘standard’ police restraining procedure
Getting his shoulder dislocated
Having two cops sit on his 148 lb. back
Getting no medical attention for two days
Eighty-eight months away from his daughter.
Eighty-eight months
of prison gangs and prison food
bad sleeping bunks and slave labor
Eighty. Eight. Months.
In eighty-eight months you can
Conceive and give life, start the child to school, get them to the 2nd
grade
Become vested in a corporate hell job
Run for president—twice.
Play lotto 154 times
Watch tv for 16,060 hours (Hon, did you set the Tivo!)
Eat 8025 meals
Pee at least that many times
Hug 8760 times
Fuck 1140 times (give or take)
Sleep 21,120 hours.
What have you done since June 18, 1999?
What will you do between now and June 27, 2006?
While you do it
Think of Rob
With seventy-four months served
And fourteen more to go.