People You’ll See In Hell

Mr. Lionell Rodriguez died in Texas by lethal injection.

What did he do?

Nothing much, really.

He was a parolee, out for three weeks after serving less than five months on a seven-year sentence for burglary and cocaine possession.

While out driving with his cousin and a rifle, Rodriguez pulled up next to a dark Honda Accord driven by a young woman - Tracy Gee.

Well, it wasn’t right that his cousin had a car, and this woman had a car, and Lionell Rodriguez just had a gun.

So, logic dictated that Mr. Rodriguez level his rifle at Tracy Gee while they were at a stoplight and shoot her in the head, blowing the contents all over the interior of her car.

After that, he jumped out of his cousin’s car, pulled Tracy Gee’s body out of her Accord, and dumped it on the ground before he drove away.

When Lionell Rodriguez was arrested in Tracy Gee’s car, several hours later, his pants were covered in her blood and her brain matter was stuck in his hair.

Lionell has had fun in prison, doing this and that.

He tried to set himself up as a speaker for those sentenced to die. “There’s a lot of good people on death row,” Rodriguez said. “If anything, they’re people like myself, who were just young and wild, did something reckless and wound up on death row.”

Hey, we were all young and wild, but none of my friends ever had someone else’s brain matter in their hair.

Rodriguez doesn’t think that people on death row for shooting people in cold blood, stealing their car, and sitting in their blood and brains are that different from, say, interior designers.

“Doesn’t make us any more vicious than anyone else,” he said.

He organized a hunger strike at the turn of the milennium - sadly without the realization that nobody cares if murderers sentenced to die go hungry.

Lionell wants you to write him:

Hello my name is Lionell G. Rodriguez. I’m currently on death row in Texas and wish to meet anyone who would be interested in corresponding. I’ve been incarcerated for 9 years and I am 28 years of age. I’m from Rosenberg, Texas and I wish to share my life story with anyone who would like to hear it. I’m very honest and sincere. I know there’s plenty of people who have misconceptions about the death penalty and about life here on death row. Maybe what I have to say will help whatever misconceptions anyone may have of someone in my situation.

Lionell G. Rodriguez #999002
Polunsky Unit D.R
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston Texas
77351 USA

If you write right now, you might be able to get your letter to him before his body is cold.

UPDATE

Mr. Lionell is dead now.

“You have every right to hate me. You have every right to want to see this. To you and my family, you all don’t deserve to see this,” Rodriguez told the relatives of Tracy Gee, as he looked directly at them as they watched through a window nearby.

He said he did not write them a letter to apologize because he wanted to do it “face-to-face.”

“It is the right thing to do. None of this should have happened. I’ve got a good family just like you’re a good family,” he continued.

Rodriguez said he hoped that Gee’s family could put aside any bitterness because of what he did.

“I’m responsible. I’m responsible,” he repeated. “I’m sorry to you all. This should have never happened.”

He thanked his relatives who watched through another window, adding, “We’ll see each other again.”

Wouldn’t it be weird if they DID see each other again? Like a zombie Lionell Rodriguez burst through their front door one night, moaning, “Brains!”
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