Give Dis Monkey a Hand!


In case anyone is looking to help Eric out and get notice for his story, here is a way to do so. Any and all assistance or suggestions for contacts would be much appreciated!

Simply copy and paste the following message onto emails sent out to your local newspapers, news stations, and radio stations. Also any talk shows would be helpful. THANK YOU!

Ft. Madison, Iowa – Iowa State Penitentiary

His last appeal now in jeopardy, a local convicted killer – ERIC MILLER – has published a novel detailing the homicide and how his life has led up to it. Furthermore, he claims that the State has exaggerated his crime from Manslaughter to Murder (a difference between 10 years and Life in prison without parole), and proves it with Constitutional law.

“It wasn’t lawfully murder, it wasn’t ethically murder – IT WASN’T MURDER!” he says. “This man forced me to kill him and it’s made obvious by the very evidence of the case! Not only had he had several failed suicide attempts – one very shortly before his death – but he was ON TOP OF ME WHEN I SHOT HIM!!”

Miller’s book, ‘Why Miller Turned Killer’ is absolutely FREE to download as an ebook, and the best way to access it is by visiting the website devoted to the furtherance of his story, – a site with a direct link to the novel as well as much more information readily available.

Please help Eric spread his message and in doing so help others who may be struggling like he did, and possibly even help him acquire a fair sentence!


PS: If you wanna drop him a line, he’d love to hear from you:

Eric Miller #6472252

Iowa State Penitentiary

PO Box 316

Ft Madison, IA 52627


Our Crazy Prison System


Author: Erica

I’ve been thinking a lot about the patterns that have seemed to lead my incarcerated friends to their lives behind bars. Although all of their crimes and personalities are very different, the common denominator is this: mental illness.

As I’ve mentioned previously (and you know if you’ve read through “Why Miller Turned Killer“), Asher has clinically diagnosed manic-depressive disorder. Left improperly treated, this disorder caused Asher to often go through bouts of mania and extremely reckless behavior followed by long periods of darkness, depression, and self-loathing. He did not receive the correct medication, dosage, or treatment until he was imprisoned (and after he was removed from suicide watch). Now he is a much happier, balanced person who works hard, writes often, and shares his silliness with the world through his comics. Still, he will be locked up for life unless he wins his appeals.

I have a friend on Texas death row who grew up in an abusive and broken family in the ghetto. With only an 8th grade education, and no real support he became involved in gang activity and got into trouble. Only after incarceration was he diagnosed with major depression. This was after several years of him living on the row and believing he was a worthless piece of crap that deserved to die and could never be a positive member of society. Now on medication and an avid practitioner of yoga and meditation, he is a passionate and loving artist looking to do whatever he can to make a difference in the lives of the people he corresponds with. Still, he will be condemned to die within the next few years by the state.

I have another friend on Indiana death row. His crime was heinous, but it was later discovered that he had undiagnosed schizophrenia. Since being treated for his illness, he has completely turned his life around and has dedicated it to helping animals, writing poetry, and to his new found religious beliefs. Still, he is regularly beaten up by his fellow death row inmates and will eventually die compliments of the state.

Finally, I have a friend who is in a maximum security institution here in California. He basically self-destructed in his early twenties due to undiagnosed major depressive and anxiety disorders. He became reckless with his own life (regularly playing Russian roulette and doing drugs) and the lives of others. Now that he’s been treated in prison, he has almost graduated from trade school, works hard, and does what he can to support his terminally ill father. He has the best odds of any of my friends as he may be subject to California’s 85% rule and let out early on good behavior, but still, there’s a good chance that his father will pass away before he’s able to get out and see him. He hasn’t been able to see his father in 8 years.

All of these friends of mine committed crimes. I’m certainly not saying that they weren’t at all responsible for their actions. I just find it interesting that all of them suffer from mental illness that most definitely contributed to their irrational behaviors and actions. It prompted me to look up the statistics. A staggering 20% (1/5th) of America’s prisoners are SERIOUSLY mentally ill, while 50% of male state prisoners and 75% of female state prisoners experience some sort of mental health problem that will require treatment in prison.

Does anyone else see anything wrong with this picture?



Photography: Yolanda
Author: Erica

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got ennui and so does Asher. In fact, so do a lot of people I know. You’d think all this sparkle and shine of the holidays would make some sort of a difference in our moods, but I think the gray skies have taken their toll.

I did get an e-mail from Asher today, though, saying that he had just received a letter in the mail from our friend Yolanda which included a number of pictures from a walk she took through the forest. He said they made him think of faeries and Tinkerbell and made him smile. And you know what? There is something a little magical about mushrooms – and not just because they can totally take you on a psychedelic trip where you believe that you can crawl into a stoplight and that you think that Joan Baez is talking to you from inside of a tree (not that I would know from experience, of course. No, never that!)

Anyways, I just wanted to share these with you guys in case you, too, are experiencing some ennui of your own. So take a few minutes and disappear into a forest of whimsy!

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

Photo Credit: Yolanda

For me personally, these make me think of Alice in Wonderland, and now I’m feeling a little more inspired to take dem plain white flowers and “paint the roses red”. Ya gotta start somewhere, right?

Game On!


Artist: Asher

It’s college volleyball season and that means that Asher will be talking non-stop about all of his favorite girls and their big ol’ volleyball booties. Porn may be banned from prison, but where there’s a will, there’s a way! 😀

Copyright: Asher 2014

Copyright: Asher 2014


Appeal for Appeals


Not a funny post. Just a straightforward one.

It’s that Christmasy time of year…the time when everyone is focused on their shopping and family and friends – which is good! But it’s also a stressful time of year (this year) for our buddy Eric. Since his incarceration, he’s been fighting for his appeals….his final appeal at the federal level is mid February (ironically, on my wedding anniversary. I can’t help but hope that the shared date is a sign from the universe that things will go well!!) Anyways, the clock is ticking.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Can you hear it???

He still needs to figure out if his parents are going to be able to help him hire an attorney (or if it’s going to be worth it) – we’ve been talking to one that seems very optimistic about his case, whereas the state appointed attorney couldn’t care less (shocker).

What he needs is publicity. If you’re reading this….read his book…”Why Miller Turned Killer” – it’s on the main page of this site on the right hand side. It’s also available through Smashwords. Please SHARE his story with the people you know. It’s a quick, easy, and interesting (and enlightening) read. Any help is so appreciated!!!!!!


The Tale of Curious George


Author: Asher

This story took place when I was 6 or 7. Or somewhere around there. It’s the story of my first sexual experience. So…uh…pedophiles, please don’t read this.

Okay now look, I’m not sure which book it actually was that sparked my first sexual experience but I’m gonna venture a guess here at “Curious George” cause when it happened I was extremely curious and it involved my monkey. It really coulda been any book, though, came what got me going so hot wasn’t the story but the book itself – the large, thing, square, hardback children’s book that I was at the time propping with my crotch. I was laying down on my bed, see, on my back, with my head propped up on my fluffy pillows, just reading intently and innocently like a well-behaved, perfectly appropriate little boy should be doing. So yeah, it could’ve been any book, but the specific title I do not remember.

What I do remember, however, is that this was the very first moment that Mother Nature blessed me with a feeling in my most manly of parts…

Ooo, the Man in the Yellow Hat was angry,’ I read, ‘He’d had enough of Curious George’s bullshit. ‘Goddammit George,’ he said, ‘ You’re being a bad little monkey! You know you shouldn’t be touching that thing -‘
“WHOA!” I suddenly cry, “What the heck?!” For my young dick had just jolted and a shockwave of unprecedented pleasure had shot throughout – balls to head and back again. “Now what on earth was that?!”
I regather myself for a moment and then, completely distracted from all dreading, do again what I’d been doing before – I press the book down again on that particular part of my member from whence the pleasure had originally came.
Another pleasure hold. Same mid-dick soft spot, right there on the underbelly. Same powerful sensation.
So I do it again.
Again! Again! Again!
God, what a climactic feeling! Incredible!
And then…

And then nothing.

I press again. And again. And again. But nothing! After that big final zap there’d been no more and now I’m all zapped out it seams. The supernatural sensation in my wiener had come and gone. Just like that. And no, I hadn’t chummed. Obviously. I was only 6 or 7. Puberty had only flicked my wand, see, not imbued it with procreative power. And hell, I don’t even remember it getting hard. Or any bigger either. I just remember when I pressed down that book it felt good – reeeeally good – for awhile, and then it didn’t anymore.
No sexual thoughts. No physical thoughts at all. It was just a hardcover book weighing down inn my sweet spot the way it’d done hundreds of times before – only now my sweet spot had decided to reveal it’s sweetness…and god, was I ever glad it did!

I read an awful lot thereafter. Not too many paperbacks, though – that shit was too light for me. I needed heavier stories, ya know? Something that could really weigh on me. hehe.
Oh, and I moved off the bed too. Directly into my closet. And there I laid on my back on the floor under my hanging clothes with my head propped up agains the wall and my feet sticking out into my room. At least there I’d have time to quickly reposition myself if someone walked in on me, right? And hilariously enough, it was too dark in the closet to even read – but hey, who the fuck was reading anyway? These books had become my masturbation toys before I ever even knew what masturbation was!
Good times, good times. The only thing I didn’t like was the guilt. And the fear. Cause this had to be wrong, didn’t it? This had to be dirty! I mean, how could it not? It felt good and it involved my wiener! Ooo, Mom and Dad would freak if they knew I was coin this! For real. And Jesus – oh my god, what would Jesus think???
Despite the guilt, though, I kept it up until that golden age of erections and humping sleeping bags in the closet…but the guilt was always there…
And all because of Curious George.
*Erica’s Note* – I remember when I first discovered the joys of masturbation (which is another story for another time). I grew up with a similar religious background to Asher’s and I can attest to the fact that the guilt is REAL. Why? Why do we have to associate pleasure with sinfulness and shame? Go and jerk off without guilt, people. Go and jerk off without guilt.