Mookie Riffic

Well today’s convict is Warren Bridge. What was his crime you ask? I'll say in just a moment. But for a bit of background info on Bridge, lets start at his place of Origin. He was born in 1960, on July 3rd in Fauquier County, VA. Now those of you that know me know that I live in VA, and ta-da, know exactly where Fauquier County is. Creepyness. By the way, all these creepy facts that I add in for these guys, aren’t done on purpose. Honest. It just happens that way.

Anyway. Bridge committed his main, and final (or not so final as he proves) offense on February 10, 1980. Where he, and an accomplice, shot a 62-year old convience store clerk. The man, Walter Rose, was shot four times while Bridge and his friend robbed the store. Rose died on February 24th, four days before Bridge and his friend were caught. The doctors say that Rose died of his wounds.

Bridge was sent to death row, while his accomplice, Robert Joseph Costa received 13 years in prison, but was released in '86 on parole.

After entering death row Bridge was accused of bombing another inmate's cell-September 1984, and of stabbing yet another inmate in March of '85. This guy was one tough cookie.

Speaking of Cookie, for his last meal he had a Double Meat Cheeseburger. He died on November 22, 1994.

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Born on Febuary 14, 1962 (how sweet.. Valentines day. Hehe. It gets better), Charlie Livingston was a 5 foot 8 inch black man. He worked in a wear house and he only had 10 years of education. On August 8th 1983 he waited outside a Grocery Store until a lone woman drove up. While inside he hid, and ambushed her as she was getting to her car. He attempted to steal her purse, and during the strugle, shot her twice in the the throat. He had been put on 10 years probation in 1979 after attempting to murder his former girl friend and new birthday, he stabbed them.

He killed the lady for her purse.

For his final meal, before dying on this day in '97, he had Ribs smothered in onions and gravy, rice with butter, ice water and Dr. Pepper.

And not to be creepy, but I have a friend named Livingston. Hehe. And if you notice the catagorie is now "Dead Guy Of The Day".

Heres the link I get this stuff from.

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Ever been really content, for all of 10 minutes before you come crashing down the cliff of emotions to land and impale your self on jagged rocks? Thats how I feel at this moment emotionaly. I don't know why. I really don't care. I just am sick of it. Blah.

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In theater production we started a unit on costuming. Lets just say that we haven't gotten very far because we were laughing too much when learning how to take someones measurements. It was especially funny with the Inseam. Heres a bit of the scene:

Ms S.: Okay you take the tape measure and.........(awkward silence)......... The Inseam is the from the Inner Seam of your pants to either the Floor or your ankle-depending on what your measuring.

Shawn: You mean... Its starts "There"??

Ms. S.: Umm. Explain the vauge concept of "There"

Shawn: Hey Blue, Need a partner? (the look on his face is classic.)

Ms. S.: Whoa! Lets keep this partner thing to guys with guys and girls with girls. The last thing I need is Security or the Principal walking while a guy is measuring a girls inseam.

Shawn: (striken look on his face, as if all his dreams were squashed)

I can't wait for the next class.

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A wise man once told me and a friend: "No matter how much you scrub your ass, you will always have butt pimples."

I think he was drunk.

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This info was found here. Via Dad.

Was born on July 29, 1961 and committed a crime serious enough to get put on death row on the day of December 27, 1986. He had a GED and was a cook. He had previously been in jail for robbery, but got out on parole. He was put on death row for the shooting of 28-year-old Richard Wood and 4-year-old Larry McMillian, Jr. The two victims were killed when they returned to their residence to find Wilkens inside. Wilkins was Sandra William's former boyfriend. Sandra was Larry's mother. Wilkins shot the little boy and Wood. When Sandra ran for help he shot her in her hip. She was 2 months pregnant at the time. She survived and identified Wilkins.

For Wilkins’s last meal he had: Six scrambled eggs, hash browns with onions, two sausage patties, biscuits with butter, two pints of strawberry cheesecake yogurt, two pitchers of sweet milk, and a pint of strawberry ice cream. He died on July 11, 2001.

Incedently enough that’s mom and Dad's anniversary.

As my friend said “Get some Therapy”

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Dad mentioned this at one point, and I figured I’d mention it too. My mom is going into the hospital on the 5th for an operation. I’ll skip the details on the operation-because they aren’t necessary. And my sister comes home the 6th from Michigan. So I’ve been trying to figure out something to do with my time on the 5th and the following days while mom recovers and I’m tiptoeing around the house and trying to stay around the house. My friends gave me a solution. My friend is going to host a party on the 5th, mainly for Drama kids (evil laugh) and everyone is just going to chill, hang out, have fun, and maybe duct tape some one to a tree again (that’s another story though). Here my question: Should I go? I asked mom about it, she says ask Dad. I will, but it kind of bugs my conscious. I mean she’s going in for surgery, and I want to go to a party. Doesn’t seem that great an idea. But on the other hand, I don’t like hospitals, she’s going to be drugged the whole time, and if its like last time dad’s going to be walking around with a scowl on his face making soup.

Yeah, dad makes soup when he’s worried. That would be a good thing except I don’t much care for a lot of soups… I’m a picky eater. Heh. I mean I don’t think the transportation issue will come up, I can get a ride from my friend after school, help her set up for the party, and then I’m invited to spend the night, so there wont be any Late-Night-Trips-Across Town to come get me. I might even manage a ride home.

Well I’ll talk to dad. He’ll probably read this though. Heh. Oh well.

Oh one more thing. On dads post many people wished him/us well. Thanks. Just one favor? Never bring a casserole. Casseroles always make me think of dead people.

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I really like to make Colages. I don't do it often, because it’s a pain, but I really like them. About 6 months ago, I made one and hung it on my door. Soon I added another. And then some little pictures that I printed from Despair Inc. After a while I started putting up important stuff- my SOL (Standards of Learning other wise known as the Shit Out of Lick test) scores. My report cards. A post card from a friend. Various things.

It started growing.

For a bit of back round info. If you close all the doors in the upstairs hallway-where my room is-you will feel like your in an Asylum. I swear this to you. Its that WHITE. Kinda creepy now that I associate white with death. Hehe. But the stuff on my door interfered with he Whiteness. Bad times there, bad times. Mom started complaining. So I went ahead and started disassembling it. But me being thrifty and now wanting to waste the tape, or the papers (which I considered important) I didn't know what to do. Finally I stuck them all on a portion of my wall that I thought was Blank. It wasn't really blank (Dad one year painted hills, and clouds, and flowers-whole nine yards on the walls) but I reached the point where I was like "Hey! I'm not a kid, lets change this" (still not painted-blah. currently in a color war/debate Mom said no color, so I’m pushed for Grey, now we're debating the shade). So all the stuff on my door got slapped up on my wall. And I went ahead and started adding to it again. Its now about 8 feet wide and 5 feet tall (3 foot "Pee Buffer" for the dogs). With posters from all 3 plays I have worked on, numerous report cards. A few song lyrics that struck a personal note in me. My "crown" I got for drama. Phone Numbers, Addresses, a few posters, a couple stickers. Birthday cards, Wrapping paper I liked, a political cartoon about the Sniper Incident (by the way the first guy was found guilty- I say let him rot in the deepest of the 9 hells), and various other things. Theres even a Comfort Inn Room Card-lol- I forgot to turn it in when me and mom went to Canada.

The newest additions to My Wall were 2 programs from Sabrina (so that all the pages are visible) and some other Sabrina Memorabilia. I'm planning on hanging a T-shirt up there soon that says "Stage Crew” But before I can do that I have to move a set of shelves. I also recently added a segment of the Set to the wall. Its styrophome, and since I painted it, I took it. I think its rather cool looking. As with everything else, its held up with Packing Tape. lol.

But thats My Wall. I'm proud of it. In a way, the wall is in fact me, the best physical interpretation of my inner self there is. I hope to make it extend across my entire room (not until after it gets painted though!).

Okay, I’m done.

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I found out what our winter, One Act Play for the Virginina High School League, is going to be....

I am so happy. Down side? We might not have a Set or Stage Crew for it. Boo. Oh well.

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