No, this isn't one of them, but it's eerily similar. This inmate up in C-wing has been passing these notes out under his cell door for the past couple of days. Each one is stranger than the next. His notes are like reading the labels on Dr. Bronner's soap.
The first note I read was addressed to our governor. Well, sort of. It had the governors name on it but it was addressed to "Our Government". It was begging the governor not to take away his program or mental health. I'm assuming he was referring to the mental health staff and not his actual mental health.
But you never know.
At the top of each note is the word "History" and they are all signed "The Prophet."
I shuffled through the notes as quickly as possible to keep from having a severe brain hemorrhage. They were a bit difficult to decipher on some of his points. But one thing he made sure to add in each one was these facts: "I have an IQ of 36 and I'm 44 years old. I'm smart."
Wow. With a fine brain like that I'm surprised he isn't working for us.
He sent out a couple more notes today demanding money for various charitable causes. Millions of dollars for cancer and stem cell research and sick children and the like. I didn't know quite what to make of them. It almost sounded like he was holding himself hostage in there until they cough up the dough.
Like I said, you just never know. He might be.
Right before we left BG went upstairs in C-wing to do something and came down to tell me "He's stuck out a few more notes! Do you want them?" I just shook my head and said "No no! Let someone else pick them up this time...... My brain already hurts."
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