and Lino Sends His Love
Got this in the mail yesterday from my ex. We had a child together in the 80's. He is an inner-city old-school punk rock singer from Los Angeles serving 25 to life in a California prison for stealing some pants from Mervyn's. He has been incarcerated for 15 years so far, and may not live to see his freedom due to our unjust Three Strikes Law. I'm not usually this forthcoming with my LJ postings, at least not overtly, but he asked me to share, so I shall, on his behalf:
"OCHOA - K50972
YO YO YO
HERE I GO
SHARON (Next to a picture of a guitar and a “Girls Don’t Poop” cutout):
They talked to me real seriously and told me that it’s gonna just keep bleeding in my body cause my liver will just not hold it & will poor inside my body. They said it will be soon so get right with yourself; you will go quietly & in peace. They will give you good pain meds, but no more blood transfusions ( If I go to that house to die). You can stay here, or go where they treat you nice & give you more freedom, or stay here and die - cause you’re gonna die.
I don’t know how to feel. I guess I should cry, but I can’t. HA HA HA. I did cry for “My Sister’s Keeper” movie, every time I seen it & I watched three times - just for you guys to know - please tell everybody ...
I loved the 80’s, boy (hahaha). That punk scene was really something. I had my times. My spirit will be stuck back in those times. And I didn’t know about Hep C: the government kept that undercover. Now when I need blood they must mix it all up cause I fucked it up, that’s bad! I guess it’s luck tho, cause there’s people who did it more than I and they are fine. But the prison let it get worse, cause at times I was locked down, and it snuck back into my body after I was treated and it was almost gone. I fell through the cracks & it came back on me. I was very spinned back then (more so now, HA HA HA). I even get lightheaded and lose my balance, hell, they find me passed out in my cell - rush me to the hospital, a lot of times my body has very little blood. I feel good, tho. Yeah, I been dead before. I know you feel high - I feel high when I am short on blood.
I just want people to remember me as a hell of a guy who was good at and loved punk rock. I never sold out - was true to only one band: Crankshaft. It was my thing; the whole band left me and I replaced them all. It was my pride and joy. I think I had my own style & can sing very well. I hope someone puts me in a coffin & in a grave. I will come back in a spirit and visit everyone. When I die everyone should have a party with bands & I would be happy. Spill a little for me (ha ha ha) Beer get Buzzed smoke some goneja (ha ha ha).
I would put on my tombstone, “ From the Best Punk Band Ever, CRANKSHAFT, Legendary Lead Singer: Lino Lousy Ochoa.
They’re talking about letting me go free (they’re gonna talk to you again), but I need to stay somewhere. I wonder if Levey will still take me in. I ‘m not supposed to have long to live - I won’t bug him for too long (ha ha ha).
I was around in the 70’s too, same age as the Runaways - who I love still - had all their records; and since I am a vocalist, I love Cherie Currie. I used to see the Germs (They made movies about both bands). Funny thing, they’re just now appreciating them, shit - it would only be real punks at the Germs gigs. I hope one day they appreciate Crankshaft, even if I am dead. I would like to leave my mark in this world, that’s why I hope my tapes get on cd’s, and that my nephews let go of my band photos that they should have in my photo albums (like they care about any of all that). I am proud it was my time, punk rockers meant something, you know. It was something special to me, especially when I heard the Ramones and Sex Pistols, I was, “Wow! What else?” They’re original sounding you know, but I was aware of the L.A. scene before it was called punk rock. It was garage sounding music before they coded the word punk rock, which the Sex Pistols’ money-greedy manager made up. Iggy Pop was around in the 60’s, what about that?!
Anyway, they said that they wanna set me free again. I hope Levey takes me in so I could just get out, then I’ll stay in a park if I have to ... Here in reality, they’re fixing to go to the store again. I just watch everyone pick up their goodies. I got no friends here - jealous? Yes - I am not gonna lie; this food blows!
My life sucks, why not just die? See, I’m supposed to bleed to death cause my liver will not be able to filter the blood & I’m supposed to bleed internally, then I will have no blood going around inside my veins.
Why does no one write me? No one. I see ... When I need my people I don’t really have no one. Familyless ... and a son who don’t write, or seem to care either. I could use a hug.
Maybe I should stay in prison. I’ll have a bed, a place to stay, nasty food, but meds are here - so far. I am guessing that they don’t wanna give me meds, or give me blood; they’re just waiting for me to die (ha ha ha). And people on TV are [crying] “Oh, no one loves me!” like in that Precious movie. Shit, try my life. I am gonna die & I know it. And people got far apart from me - I feel it here - and no mail. It’s like I only lived in the 70’s and 80’s, then everyone left me and I got caged again. I eat humble pie, cause being tough or a badass don’t mean shit when you’re gonna die.
I could use some stamps & money. I’ll see you on the other side, maybe, I don’t know! Take care, be good, love you’s, stay strong,
Lousy Fuck
P.S. Please pass on my words to Levey, Mike, David, and all. Get it on the computer websites, MySpace, or whatever clever & better."
Calipatria State Prison
Lino Ochoa - K50972
Infirmary Cell 16
P.O. Box 5004
Calipatria, CA 92233-5004
CSP resubmitted Lino's petition for compassionate release to Sacramento last week. It has been denied 2 or 3 times already.
"OCHOA - K50972
YO YO YO
HERE I GO
SHARON (Next to a picture of a guitar and a “Girls Don’t Poop” cutout):
They talked to me real seriously and told me that it’s gonna just keep bleeding in my body cause my liver will just not hold it & will poor inside my body. They said it will be soon so get right with yourself; you will go quietly & in peace. They will give you good pain meds, but no more blood transfusions ( If I go to that house to die). You can stay here, or go where they treat you nice & give you more freedom, or stay here and die - cause you’re gonna die.
I don’t know how to feel. I guess I should cry, but I can’t. HA HA HA. I did cry for “My Sister’s Keeper” movie, every time I seen it & I watched three times - just for you guys to know - please tell everybody ...
I loved the 80’s, boy (hahaha). That punk scene was really something. I had my times. My spirit will be stuck back in those times. And I didn’t know about Hep C: the government kept that undercover. Now when I need blood they must mix it all up cause I fucked it up, that’s bad! I guess it’s luck tho, cause there’s people who did it more than I and they are fine. But the prison let it get worse, cause at times I was locked down, and it snuck back into my body after I was treated and it was almost gone. I fell through the cracks & it came back on me. I was very spinned back then (more so now, HA HA HA). I even get lightheaded and lose my balance, hell, they find me passed out in my cell - rush me to the hospital, a lot of times my body has very little blood. I feel good, tho. Yeah, I been dead before. I know you feel high - I feel high when I am short on blood.
I just want people to remember me as a hell of a guy who was good at and loved punk rock. I never sold out - was true to only one band: Crankshaft. It was my thing; the whole band left me and I replaced them all. It was my pride and joy. I think I had my own style & can sing very well. I hope someone puts me in a coffin & in a grave. I will come back in a spirit and visit everyone. When I die everyone should have a party with bands & I would be happy. Spill a little for me (ha ha ha) Beer get Buzzed smoke some goneja (ha ha ha).
I would put on my tombstone, “ From the Best Punk Band Ever, CRANKSHAFT, Legendary Lead Singer: Lino Lousy Ochoa.
They’re talking about letting me go free (they’re gonna talk to you again), but I need to stay somewhere. I wonder if Levey will still take me in. I ‘m not supposed to have long to live - I won’t bug him for too long (ha ha ha).
I was around in the 70’s too, same age as the Runaways - who I love still - had all their records; and since I am a vocalist, I love Cherie Currie. I used to see the Germs (They made movies about both bands). Funny thing, they’re just now appreciating them, shit - it would only be real punks at the Germs gigs. I hope one day they appreciate Crankshaft, even if I am dead. I would like to leave my mark in this world, that’s why I hope my tapes get on cd’s, and that my nephews let go of my band photos that they should have in my photo albums (like they care about any of all that). I am proud it was my time, punk rockers meant something, you know. It was something special to me, especially when I heard the Ramones and Sex Pistols, I was, “Wow! What else?” They’re original sounding you know, but I was aware of the L.A. scene before it was called punk rock. It was garage sounding music before they coded the word punk rock, which the Sex Pistols’ money-greedy manager made up. Iggy Pop was around in the 60’s, what about that?!
Anyway, they said that they wanna set me free again. I hope Levey takes me in so I could just get out, then I’ll stay in a park if I have to ... Here in reality, they’re fixing to go to the store again. I just watch everyone pick up their goodies. I got no friends here - jealous? Yes - I am not gonna lie; this food blows!
My life sucks, why not just die? See, I’m supposed to bleed to death cause my liver will not be able to filter the blood & I’m supposed to bleed internally, then I will have no blood going around inside my veins.
Why does no one write me? No one. I see ... When I need my people I don’t really have no one. Familyless ... and a son who don’t write, or seem to care either. I could use a hug.
Maybe I should stay in prison. I’ll have a bed, a place to stay, nasty food, but meds are here - so far. I am guessing that they don’t wanna give me meds, or give me blood; they’re just waiting for me to die (ha ha ha). And people on TV are [crying] “Oh, no one loves me!” like in that Precious movie. Shit, try my life. I am gonna die & I know it. And people got far apart from me - I feel it here - and no mail. It’s like I only lived in the 70’s and 80’s, then everyone left me and I got caged again. I eat humble pie, cause being tough or a badass don’t mean shit when you’re gonna die.
I could use some stamps & money. I’ll see you on the other side, maybe, I don’t know! Take care, be good, love you’s, stay strong,
Lousy Fuck
P.S. Please pass on my words to Levey, Mike, David, and all. Get it on the computer websites, MySpace, or whatever clever & better."
Calipatria State Prison
Lino Ochoa - K50972
Infirmary Cell 16
P.O. Box 5004
Calipatria, CA 92233-5004
CSP resubmitted Lino's petition for compassionate release to Sacramento last week. It has been denied 2 or 3 times already.