| First Name: Johnny | Last Name: Askildson |
| DOC#: 14134-097 | Race: White |
| D.O.B.: 4-2-1975 | Eye Color: Blue |
| Hair Color: Brown | Sex: Male |
| Religion: Pagan/Odinist | Sexual Orientation: Straight |
| Incarcerated Since: 2002 | Crime: Poss. Destruct. Device |
| Earliest Release Date: 2011 | Latest Release Date: 2012 |
| Ad Start Date: 12-1-2008 | Ad End Date: 12-2010 |
Johnny Askildson
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Hello to all my new pen pal buddies out in the real world. You don’t need to look any further, you have found one of the coolest people on this whole website.
I am an open minded person who can’t stand limitations or boundaries, so we can talk about anything. I am a health nut who works out and studies six days a week.
I’m also an art student as well as a musician. I like to draw, write songs and play the guitar. I don’t care to watch T.V. so I stay as busy as possible from morning until night.
I try to find the positive in any negative situation. The kind of people I want to write have to love children, animals and old people. Those are the things I cherish the most in life. I hope to hear from you soon.
Your New Bud
Johnny
Johnny Askildson #14134-097
USP LEWISBURG
U.S. PENITENTIARY
P.O. BOX 1000
LEWISBURG, PA 17837
USP LEWISBURG
U.S. PENITENTIARY
P.O. BOX 1000
LEWISBURG, PA 17837
*To Late*
© Johnny Askildson
It must be that time of night again
When I reflect and think about when
A time long ago out on the streets
I didn’t know what it meant to be free
They say looking back it’s all twenty, twenty
I see my mistakes and they keep me company
I took for granted my kids and my wife
A mother and father, the good things in life
I stayed out all night and never came home
I didn’t think twice about using the phone
I should have just stayed or gave you a call
It might have kept me from loosing it all.
© Johnny Askildson
It must be that time of night again
When I reflect and think about when
A time long ago out on the streets
I didn’t know what it meant to be free
They say looking back it’s all twenty, twenty
I see my mistakes and they keep me company
I took for granted my kids and my wife
A mother and father, the good things in life
I stayed out all night and never came home
I didn’t think twice about using the phone
I should have just stayed or gave you a call
It might have kept me from loosing it all.
*- Hard to Swallow -*
© Johnny Askildson
I live on a diet of guilt and regret
Marinated in a sauce of I just can’t forget
Covered in heartache and smothered in shame
Sprinkled with lies and a whole lot of blame
I wash it all down with plenty of tears
That haven’t run dry after all of these years
I fix every meal and prepare it myself
Knowing damn well that it’s bad for my health
I’m hoping one day I’ll have eaten my last
And choke on the vomit I call a past.
© Johnny Askildson
I live on a diet of guilt and regret
Marinated in a sauce of I just can’t forget
Covered in heartache and smothered in shame
Sprinkled with lies and a whole lot of blame
I wash it all down with plenty of tears
That haven’t run dry after all of these years
I fix every meal and prepare it myself
Knowing damn well that it’s bad for my health
I’m hoping one day I’ll have eaten my last
And choke on the vomit I call a past.
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