I’m going to get shit wrong sometimes, but I am not afraid to correct myself; here is Carlos Coy’s response to my post South Park Monster #1. I appreciate him sending it.
…I want to talk about your letter, and how you took on some of the things written in the article called ‘
Monster’ by John Nova Lomax… South Park
…There was a woman, I forgot her name. I even forgot how I met her. All I know is that I was about 21 years old, and she was about 38, and I wanted to have sex with her. Then again that was usually the case when I either knew, worked with or walked by a woman.
This woman was a red-haired white lady who ran an organization called No More Victims. It was mostly to protect battered women but she had her hands in anti-drug programs and helping the incarcerated. Somehow we met, somehow she was impressed with me and somehow I would talk to groups of people with her, as a representative of No More Victims. There was no paychecks but if I could only find out if the carpet matched the drapes I’d have been alright. (It’s an old red-head joke. Never mind.)
One day she took me to a state jail in downtown
. I was going to talk to about 35 men who were soon to go home. We walked in, walked through security doors, walked through more security doors and were then escorted to a room full of men. The red head introduced me and I began talking to the men about life. I told them to find good people to befriend, to let go old friends who were prone to trouble, to care about themselves. I told them about my life. Houston
I said “Fellas, I was no Einstein myself. In fact I failed 9th grade twice till I decided to drop out before I failed thrice. I was seventeen and one more year would have would have put me in prison for fucking a classmate.”
There was a roar of laughter and what I said had just popped in my head. My whole speech was unrehearsed. But I said the joke in a way that the inmates understood the funniness of it. The joke was that I’d be a fucking grown man in the ninth grade. It had nothing to do with fucking fourteen year old girls. In fact when I was seventeen years old, I couldn’t buy a piece of pussy…
So ya see, Incandesio, it was a joke that went really well when I first said it. I had it set up right, and I said it right. Years later, still remembering the success of this joke, I tried to use it again during this interview with the
Press. But, instead of saying “classmates” to show the comedy of an adult in ninth grade, I said “all these little young bitches” which doesn’t sound cool. Houston
Plus, I’m 28 years old during this interview which is less forgivable than if a 21 year old (that looks 17) says it. It was a failure the 2nd time I said it and John Lomax, and the D.A.s had a gem of a statement in their quest to destroy me.
If all goes as planned, there will be more from SPM starting around mid-December. We're working on a question & answer feature for the blog so y'all can ask questions about his case and have them answered. Stay tuned.