The following manuscript was found gnawed into the plywood reinforcement of Staten Island Chuck’s cage which was being cleaned subsequent to the groundhog’s City Hall mandated euthanasia on Wednesday.Day 1: Not bad for a prison. It’s pitch black, but there’s plenty of food and water. I’ve wintered over before, although it’s late in the season to start. But I’m used to holing up for a good long haul. If they think this is punishment they should see a real Wyoming winter.
Day 7: Starting to get a bit boring. Same food, day in day out. Of course I may be off a few hours from sunrise and sunset. No matter. I’ll fatten up and sleep through this.
Day 48: Could I be blind? Nothing to see, so how would I know? When I press on my eyes I can still see swirls and starbursts. Could I be blind?
Day 136: Did we once have fur? It’s gone now, that’s for sure. Just pink naked skin all over. At least I think it’s pink. I’m blind, so I can’t tell. Could I be blind and hairless? Did we once have fur?
Day 243: Teeth falling out. Just canines now. Blind, naked. Plenty of food and water.
Day 244: Smeared feces on wall of the Box.
Day 323: They must have been poisoning the food. How could I have been so stupid? I’ll ration it out, even if I starve. Maybe I can get the toxins below some threshold. Maybe my teeth will grow back.
Day 324: So thirsty.
Day 325: Broke down and drank. Need to increase water ration to sustain this. But I’ve fattened up.
Day 344: So hungry. Skin is slack on my naked body. I think I can see again. There’s a crack of light in one corner of the Box. Regimen is working.
Day 351: Remaining teeth are getting stronger.
Day 364: They moved the Box today. No food or water, not that it matters.
Day 365: They tried to kill me today. Opened the box, dazzling light. One of their hands reached in, holding more poisoned food. I leapt forward, biting for all I was worth, the copper taste of blood so warm and salty in my throat. More hands grabbed me, pulling me out of my Box. My Box, my home. God, I was so weak -- my body changed so much. I could barely recognize my own shadow.
Day 7: Starting to get a bit boring. Same food, day in day out. Of course I may be off a few hours from sunrise and sunset. No matter. I’ll fatten up and sleep through this.
Day 48: Could I be blind? Nothing to see, so how would I know? When I press on my eyes I can still see swirls and starbursts. Could I be blind?
Day 136: Did we once have fur? It’s gone now, that’s for sure. Just pink naked skin all over. At least I think it’s pink. I’m blind, so I can’t tell. Could I be blind and hairless? Did we once have fur?
Day 243: Teeth falling out. Just canines now. Blind, naked. Plenty of food and water.
Day 244: Smeared feces on wall of the Box.
Day 323: They must have been poisoning the food. How could I have been so stupid? I’ll ration it out, even if I starve. Maybe I can get the toxins below some threshold. Maybe my teeth will grow back.
Day 324: So thirsty.
Day 325: Broke down and drank. Need to increase water ration to sustain this. But I’ve fattened up.
Day 344: So hungry. Skin is slack on my naked body. I think I can see again. There’s a crack of light in one corner of the Box. Regimen is working.
Day 351: Remaining teeth are getting stronger.
Day 364: They moved the Box today. No food or water, not that it matters.
Day 365: They tried to kill me today. Opened the box, dazzling light. One of their hands reached in, holding more poisoned food. I leapt forward, biting for all I was worth, the copper taste of blood so warm and salty in my throat. More hands grabbed me, pulling me out of my Box. My Box, my home. God, I was so weak -- my body changed so much. I could barely recognize my own shadow.
--Steve Kilian
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