Got a letter from Mary. She’s depressed, of course, but surviving. One interesting thing she told me was that she met Yolanda Saldívar, the lady that killed Selena. I’m surprised she’d be in general pop. I also thought she was in Texas, though, and when I checked on Wikipedia it said she’s now 49 and serving time in Gatesville, TX. Death threats from Selena fans kept her in isolation for a while and she may be paroled (I hope not!) in 2025. If she were white I’m sure she’d stand no chance of parole at all since the laws are favoring non-whites more and more.

Anyway, I have some of Selena’s songs in both Spanish and English and always thought she had a better voice than Gloria.

Mary’s in a two-man cell now and not a huge dorm, and has to work for free as a dorm worker. Kind of like the equivalent of a trustee at Estrella. She says she doesn’t find it any better than jail, but that she’s at least been treated fairly so far.

Jesse came down yesterday afternoon in his truck with his kid to see if the pipe’s leaking in back. Is it? Well, of course! And so is the front kitchen window, but only when it rains hard. It doesn’t hurt anything, though, as long as we have a towel sitting on the sill. So we’re still cursed with leaks even when it’s not our own shit we’re dealing with.

I was surprised he worked today since it rained like hell all day, but when my allergies woke me up at 5am and I went into the bathroom to pee, sure enough, the dogs were going crazy. Oddly enough, though, I didn’t hear anything when I went back into the bathroom a half-hour later to put a nasal strip on my nose.

I had to take a Benadryl and ended up crashing till 11:00. When I got up it was raining hard and steady and it was as dark as either 7:30am or 4:30pm.