by WilliamUnlimited

This is the second story in the Project Unlimited series titled: “Piña Colada Bios.” Inmates at Tomoka Correctional Institution wrote these stories, not to justify or excuse behaviors, but for the purpose of educating and increasing awareness. You’re welcomed and encouraged to send questions for consideration for the Unlimited men to answer throughout this series. To learn more about Project Unlimited click here.

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I prefer my coffee John Wayne style, like in westerns. Peace and creativity visit after midnight. I’m courteous and I’m rude. It amuses me making the one seem as the other. I don’t agree with differences of “religion.”

I’m enthralled with world maps. Reggae music liberates me. Two shoe brands communicate on my behalf: Havana Joe’s reveal where I’m from. Bally slip-ons hint at where I can be found. The best things in life are the little ones, like cracking crabs and popping oysters.

If I label “it” classic, trust me. Vogue Tyre—classic. Silk shirts and linen shorts—classic. My mother’s work ethic—classic. “Who Say,” a song by Buju Banton—classic. Cadillac, coupe or sedan—classic.

I love the Jacksonville Jaguars. To death! I hate the Jacksonville jaguars. To death! I hold a deep depth of empathy for the forgotten incarcerated. Neologism became a fixture in my identity. It would be against this assignment, though, to label myself a proud neologist.

Pondering power brings to mind woodgrain steering wheels. Aging comes to mind when pondering powerlessness.

I dream cautiously, not to sell myself one.

I’ve had many names:
William was passed down.
Stone was earned.
Israel was inherited.

Previous Stories in this Series:

• “Piña Colada Bios” Introduction, by DebbyUnlimited
• “Songs of Myself“, by JonathanUnlimited