SPDF Day 4: Severe Starvation Sickness. "Mr. James, do you need an ambulance? Do you need me to buy some medications for you?" It was dear dear dear man that his been city corner in the cube where I have my bunk. I must look like hell, and he'd seen I'd been unable to get out of bed for 18 hours. I'm Praying this is the same sickness I've had on the many hunger strikes I've conducted before. Near as I can figure in the first 4-8 days the body is switching from consuming, well, me, fat, brain.... I don't recall ever being this sick before, this debilitated. I can't tell any of these guys what is going on with me cuz I think it could weird out the staff and they'd have to put me out. That would make it much much much much harder, on the streets. I'm guessing that will happen as I waste away but the later the easier. So I said, 'Mr. RJ, I'm ok. I'm very sick but I'll be ok, and it is not contagious." "I don't care if it is contagious, I just want you to feel better." It was clear that he meant it. We threw this profoundly gentle African American man in prison for years for a petty theft. The wrong people are in Prison, the victims, not we victimizers. Oh my, my typing accuracy has gone to hell. That doesn't usually happen until much much later. I've never gone on Fast without so many body parts they've taken for the cancer. All the others were training, practice, education... for this final one. I'm very grateful.
