Hits and Memories (Chopper) by Mark Brandon Read

By Mark Brandon Read

Underworld executioner Mark Brandon "Chopper" Read used to be published from Pentridge legal in November, 1991, vowing by no means to come. He grew to become a weird and wonderful star as his autobiography "Chopper From the Inside" grew to become a bestseller. Six months later he was once again in detention center writing his moment quantity of memoirs. this can be it.

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Ed Gaustad's kindly chiseled face swam up through the mists of time. I suppose I can be excused for not paying much attention to the discussion. Tonight at home Shirley and I lit the fireplace and I watched in fascination all those nervous, blue and orange tongues as if I had never seen them before. The sound of the fire used to be soothing, but the color and movement easily double the pleasure. In the shower, I feel like an adolescent discovering my body. I am happily surprised that the proportions are not as bad as I had imagined.

Researching at the Huntington Library, working all on my own again. Maybe! Every so often I get a kind of sinking feeling that there is a hidden negative here. I have thought enough about my work in the past to wonder how much I have been given the benefit of the doubt, special consideration because I was blind. If there has been such a double standard and if it explains some of my accomplishments, how hard will it be to have sight pull out the prop? When blind I was distinctive, out of the ordinary.

Blue faded. It was all over in half an hour. But for me, it was both forever and an instant. Time is for the active and the willful. To those abjectly controlled by ― 103 ― surgeons and drugs and machines, time is suspended, meaningless. Sometime, however, Dr. Killeen said, "Mr. Hine, your cataract is removed," and I detected a certain jubilance in her voice. All the phantom nightmares of castrations, lobotomies, and glass eyeballs dissolved into a warm tub of relief. Thick pads of bandage were applied over the eye, but I did not care; they made me no more blind than before.

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