Tim Boland

Tim Boland
Tim Boland is also known as Convict #232240. He is Senior Editor at the The Lino Ledger, the newspaper at the Minnesota Correctional Facility-Lino Lakes, where he writes a series of essays on prison life. He is, in his own words, "not a thug or an ice-cold menace or a career loser but a once-promising kid from the suburbs who went to State (St. Cloud) on a baseball ride and majored in creative writing and wrote for the campus paper and chased tight skirts and noble dreams but then one day drifted off and got reckless and lost in a ten-year cocaine smog and ended up arriving at a colossal achievement in idiocy." He's scheduled for release in 2015.

Works on Revolver

Saturday Morning Special
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He has swallowed enough suffering to never be naively whole again. His entire tragic empire could fit into a cheap drifter suitcase. He is a creature in harmony with the brutal way of the world, and also the recent recipient of a very bad jailhouse haircut.

The Convict Cabaret
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At the bedside ledge is a paperback library where God and salvation and the ghosts of literary kingpins loiter. Faulkner, Melville, Updike, Kafka, Twain and Hunter S. Thompson. Desperadoes all. Together we mock the absurdity of the human race.

Passport to Paradise
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And I’ll carry the firm sentiment in my holster that mankind is conceived in ignorance and born into squalor and grief and then it all goes downhill from there.

Surfing the Cesspool
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I’m secretly terrified of waking up one day, frozen stiff in the saddle–a hunch-backed, keg-bellied, bullet-eyed 59-year old jerk with a wicked/sad comb-over who has just spent the last 20 years bingeing on Pringles and pull tabs and second-rate pleasures, wondering how things could have slipped away like this.

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For reasons beyond the grasp of my comprehension, I chose a world of drugs and violence and mayhem. I thought outlawry was a glamorous trade; I thought cocaine was a sexy game. A lost soul to say the least.