All right, it's January 26, 1988.
Not even a clock.
I've recorded one thing already.
Which I recorded my memory is a Stanley's Cool Mosley.
More channel.
What?
The house.
I'm going straight.
But I'll make...
I can only make so many sacrifices.
I mean, Marty Python is on it.
I had to draw the line here as it was just no way.
Brief pause.
This is hard, walk by.
I've got to show you why I can't record one.
Marty Python is up and on.
But here is just a brief sample.
Hi!
Oh, the stone!
Ah!
The stone hive of bees can save the tropical in 75,000 bees.
Each honey bee must make a honey.
The people are going to collect one.
Each one will have honey.
Hello, sir.
Hi, you want...
Would you like to buy some of our honey?
What are you doing in here?
Would you like to call a foreign ornate blossom to Mexico?
Do you need a horse to spoil this weather?
They can't eat honey, make the goat go.
Please try some.
Oh, no, I'm planning to carry.
No, there is no such thing.
Give me the baby, honey, it's cool.
No, no, we must import it all.
Every ballet drop, we are a gloomy people.
It's so crying cold and dark up there, I'm not going to miss this.
Okay, so it sounds kind of weird, but it looks a lot better than it sounds.
And these bloody Python people are inconsistent.
Sometimes it's genuinely crazy.
Other times it's just so much writing and raising.
The doctor's off its sketch.
What are you doing?
I'm probably better have a look at you then.
Could you fill in this for?
I think it's a fancy.
I think it's a non-protectable song.
No, you're still in bleeding rather bad.
Now I think I'm better.
I'm still in that for.
Can I invite you to a coo store?
No, you've a place to live by then.
Can you hold a pimp?
I'll try.
Okay, it's time to go.
There is a hell of a queue to call this damn tableware.
The real nightmare of this tableware, I just feel it though.
Something all of it's done about it.
No, no, no, no, just fill in as many as you can.
No, there's a guy that's too much to think of.
Oh, you know?
I don't know why we thought of it.
It's already fucking new to this.
I'll tell you this.
Can I see how you look down there?
Oh, dear, dear.
Oh, dear, dear.
That's a bad thing.
I'm sure you knew number four.
It's from number two.
It's from teni, Stephen Aiken.
I'm sorry about the talk, it's not that.
I don't know why you're mad at me.
Look at this.
Look at this.
Number six.
This week we'll first die.
Didn't you know that?
Oh my god.
And it's number nine ever since 15th,
how this is really...
But in the old ways, you must be mad.
Oh, no, no.
I just shot all the patients.
I just need to find all the patients.
You're gonna kill it, did you?
I'm gonna kill them.
I'm sorry, nothing.
It was just a third of the moment.
How?
I just need to be meeting.
Okay, I'm sorry about the problem, sir.
Mr. Williams, sir.
I'm afraid I'll starve to be when he's gone, sir.
I'll be able to recover him.
I know.
I tell you what, look, I'll stop the bleeding.
But, switch the speaking, I shouldn't even do that,
but it's all most likely.
It's not really, it's not...
Down your mouth!
Oh, that's not what I care about.
What can't walk so close to you with a chance like you, sir?
You're far from the month.
If you're sketchy, you're nothing.
You're down inside.
He even if he didn't anything,
anything very much.
What's splendid, right?
Well, I don't suppose that's as much we can do, really.
Not on television now.
They are...
They are a lot more permitted these days than they used to be.
I guess, but not this whole thing.
I suppose they've got to draw the line somewhere.
Yes.
Well, take a little ride.
I wish you were 10.
Or, be too hard of me or anyone.
And, through no fault of their own,
have never been deprived,
and consequently are forced to live in conditions of extreme luxury.
This often ignored minority
is very rarely brought to attention on the general public.
The average man in the street
scarcely gives a second thought
to these extremely well-off people.
He quite simply fails to appreciate the pressures
that vast quantities of money just do not bring.
Have you at home ever had a cup with this problem?
Or this?
I know it's only human to say,
oh, this will never happen to me.
And, of course, it will.
Please, please,
send no contribution,
however large, to me.
I'm how do I look?
I'll be half of these I've ever had.
I'm the thing you're so proud of,
I'm the thing you're proud of.
But, no!
Hello, Madame Rousseau,
you're mostly kind about finishing the second.
And, we love coming home for this.
Right, Madame?
Oh, nice mate you've got here.
Well, we like it,
and you've done the new,
good, when did you first start?
I think it's difficult to finish the first.
Well, it's not me as well.
How's my, you see?
Have a leisure finish what you've started.
Why don't you still never finish the sentence today
as long as you live?
Exactly, but for all.
I think it's a dream, no problem.
And, Madame,
don't you?
Yes.
I am 60, thank you.
See, our method is to reassure the patient
by recreating a normal condition.
Yes.
And, we try and get the means of opposition
where they suddenly find that they are completing
other people's sentences.
It's still.
What's on me, please?
It's good.
Well, try not to overdo it too,
you're just giving it one or two.
Let's just start off with otherwise you may find
that you're...
I think you're sure that this isn't giving completely or...
Oh, God, yes.
Yes, I'm sure.
Thanks for having us.
Thanks very much for calling or not?
And, just like you do.
Thank you very much for coming along.
Not at all.
And, God, the blind is the bird.
Hey, this Sunday, January the 27th, 1980.
You know?
5, 30, mix of clock and even.
Doesn't look like I'm going to get the telephone tonight
or if I do it won't be for very long.
So, I'll try to make up for it by spending most of the time.
It's been a little down the telephone
on this tape recorder.
Waste most of the day, or at least I just laid it around
and I didn't get much accomplished.
Watched tennis.
Watched a couple movies visited with Carol this morning.
I felt pretty...
I felt in a pump move.
No really good reason for that.
I was born on a probably stayed up to late last night.
Of course, the fact that I may be here for less than a week
before I go back to Florida State Prison
is also a way on my mind.
Also bothered me somewhat is the reaction I receive
from the Africano when I spoke to him
concerning the new developments, so to speak,
in evidence relating to my whereabouts
on Sunday, January, February the 12th, 1978,
and Monday the 13th.
More precisely, the evidence I related to him
and the Carol related to him,
which to the effect that I left telehassy
late evening, late Sunday evening,
arriving in Crestview,
early Monday morning.
Steve, you and I have gone over this.
Disgustness, some detail,
or much detail as I can remember,
almost two years later what occurred
the evening when I left telehassy
and I've provided as many details
as I can recall concerning the trip
from telehassy to Crestview.
Again, it seemed unenthusiastic
about much of that, especially the fact that I...
The fact that I know it was a fact,
but the fact that I purchased gas
and a gas station with a stolen Gulf Credit Card
the intersection of North and Road Street
and telehassy, in the 10th or possibly 11th to 12th o'clock
on Sunday evening, February the 12th, 1978,
certainly I recognized that there are certain weaknesses
in that kind of evidence,
even if we could get a hold of the gas station
attendance and the credit card receipt.
Certainly there's no way,
or there may be no way to document exactly what time I...
I'm right at that station.
But nonetheless it's worth a try.
Who knows what might be developed from that?
Who knows what?
The gas station attended may not remember
what he may have written on the gas receipt and so on.
Even though they contended, as I expect,
the prosecution will or would contend
that for some reason I drove five,
ten miles out of town to the Interstate to purchase gas
around midnight on Sunday then drove back into town,
stayed overnight and then to allegedly dispose of the FSU van
in the broad daylight, it just does not wash.
And it's a collection of circumstances
which show that I left onside,
which would tend to show I left on Sunday evening
that's important, but anyways,
it's somewhat disappointing to get the response
that I got to deco on this new development.
But when I was forward and what I'm going to do
is just on their main door of this tape
and the remainder of the tapes that I record this evening
to discuss the events of my childhood,
I discussed on tape number one of these micro cassettes,
some general background about the house
we lived in on Sheridan Street to move there.
I would guess about 1951 and left there two or three years later.
The summer after I finished second grade
I was standing on elementary school.
The last night I discussed one of what I would call
this the three phases of my life,
that being those three years it's Stanley Elementary School.
The phase that I was discussed tonight,
one of the next phase that I'll get into
or the next category is it would be
my friends and my activities outside of school
and outside the home.
During the years we lived on Sheridan Street
I can remember and never remember
and I had any suffered from any lack of playmates.
They seemed to be everywhere,
the neighborhood while an older neighborhood was still
a fairly vital neighborhood with lots of families,
lots of large families,
but was, as I said before,
a neighborhood with several ethnic minorities,
principally Italians.
There were few ethnic blacks, in fact, in Arnold.
What could be characterized is the neighborhood I lived in.
There was only one black family I could remember in the years I was there.
I could remember sensing on the part of the adults
and our neighborhood, including my own parents,
a fear that the blacks of whose community lays some distance
to the south of ours,
the black community was expanding and the blacks
would shortly invade the neighborhood and thereby affect
the property values.
I mean, it was for real, it's not just some cliché
worked up by a civil rights activist.
It seemed to me to be a very real fear,
which often heard communicated by the adults in the neighborhood.
The unmanageable did once occur
and on, well, let me describe our block.
It was our house was on Sheridan Street,
the second house from the corner on the west side of the street.
Down the middle of the block and back of our house
was an alley unpaid and I don't know the name of the street.
It was in back of our house on the other side of the block.
But at any rate, on the other side of our block we were on,
and finally, it would go out our back gate,
turn to my right, go down the alley and go to the other side of the block.
A black family moved in and I believe this was afternoon.
I was in the first or second cricket and I believe it was first grade.
And the father I recall was in the military.
Military, they had several children.
One of them was a young boy my age.
I couldn't remember making quick friends with the young fellow,
with the boy and being advised by my friends.
That's all my friends, it'd be better to stay away from him.
I don't know why I made an issue, if it wasn't an issue,
but why I went out of my way to be friends with it, but I swear to God.
Did I remember feeling sort of a genuine friendship,
but in addition to that, a strange kind of new,
what was for me a compassion for someone who I felt was being unjustly.
I wish for something that I wasn't really quite sure what it was.
I was a terrible sentence wasn't it?
I mean I don't mean to come all sounding like a Sir Gala Head,
a night in Charney, armor.
What I felt was akin to a feeling that this wasn't right,
but in addition to that, he was just a fun playmate to have.
Certainly, I was very well aware that my dance is strong,
disliked for blacks, and I'm sure, but I can't remember anything specific.
I'm sure that he commented on the presence of this family,
even being, remember being told by the garbage man one day
as I was going down the alley and going in the back can of this black family's home
that I shouldn't go in there because the blacks, there were blacks living there.
But I had memories of that home and this boy's mother,
where memories of a warm, friendly place, fairly bursting with clouds of punch and odors,
merging from the kitchen smells that were alien to me, smells of peppers.
The light smells that never came from my parents' house,
which I just found terribly exotic.
My constant companion through those years was the dog,
a dog named Lassie of all things, sorry about that,
was a colleague generally basically white with a black,
with a brown and white colored head.
And we were inseparable.
Every kid should be able to have a dog.
It's just too bad that the city is being such as they are,
it's unfair to keep the animals in the city.
But in those days, there were no leash laws that I knew of.
We didn't worry about leaving the gate open.
Lassie stayed close to home.
I never felt like she was being unfairly restricted in her freedom.
Into the guard for her, she went everywhere I did when I was out of school,
and away from home.
This is some sort of, that kind of communication between a woman or a child.
