LIFE I don't claim to be a writer. My vocabulary and grammar technique is limited. I have a tendency to butcher the English language. My punctuation sucks and my spelling skills are in the basement, but I'm not afraid to try. For some reason I have a strong talent for writing songs about my life. So, I've stepped over into writing these articles about my true life experiences. Believe me, it's only through the help of www.prisoners.com's Mrs. Sandra Feigley (the publisher), Mr. Edgar Saint George (the editor- in-chief) and all the great people there who volunteer their time unselfishly that make it possible for me to express what's inside. Allowing the truth to be told ... finally. I'm deeply greatful and forever humbled. Who knows ... I might learn to write something worthwhile. You can't be afraid to take chances to accomplish your dreams, goals and ambitions in life. If you don't try, you'll never know what lies within you. Now to LIFE-ACT ONE. I would like to start this series with the lyrics to my song that was written back in the mid-1980's while I was warehoused at Soledad Central State Prison in California. This I believe is an appropriate way to begin the story of my down-fall, and how I ended up where I am today ... still doing time. LIFE
Well I've been gone for a while but when I came back IS THAT THE WAY LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE WHEN NOBODY'S CHANGIN' NOBODY BUT ME (nobody but me) IF THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE LIFE AIN'T NEVER GETTIN' AHOLD OF ME (get ahold of me) They sent me away to do some time LEAD BREAK (CHORUS) Life is about myself. Suzy is actually Suzan Baker, who lived in the town called Olivehurst. A suberb of Marysville, California. Her older brother had been a member of my mother's country band. The friend I mentioned in the last verse of the song is Rudy Sayha. I ran across him there in Soledad Central State Prison. At that point I had known Rudy for about 13 years. He came from a real bad family. They were always trying to split us apart when we were little kids, but I always liked Rudy. What a shame that we would both meet again as young men in such a horrible place as Soledad. My song reflects how I felt about life. When it seemed nobody was changing or growing. Everything to me had been at a standstill within my home-town environment. I came from an extremely dysfunctional family. My father, Bruce Anderson whom I had been named after was a mean bastard and an iron-fisted dictator. It was always his way or the Highway, of course in my teenage years I chose the Highway. He has lived most of his life in the Yuba City, California area, where he still lives to this very day. My father has two faces. The one he shows the world and the face he showed his wife and kids. For the most part he is an honest man (he only lies to me). He had always been a hard working man who busted his back to provide for his family (except in my case, he made me work for everything I had ever gotten from him - he wasn't known for acts of human kindness when it came to his sons). I felt sorry for my Dad my whole life. Nothing that man could ever do would bring my mother or sister any happiness. Continued Ivy Life, Part II |
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