Adventures in Prison

Erik1 · June 28, 2015, 6:03pm

I’ve never been to prison

But I did spend the night in jail one time

What stuck out to me:

Most of the cops are the embodiment of doucebaggery

I understand they aren’t supposed to treat the inmates like peaches-and-cream

But holy fuck…they treated me, as if I was the scum of the Earth, even though I was still not found guilty at the time

The ones watching over the cell were on some hardcore power-trips, eternal grins on their faces.

Orbie · June 28, 2015, 6:16pm

I was in prison only once for prostitution. I sold myself so i could study philosophy. In prisn, one month, i did not experoence anything, because i was in with the blacks, and nobody bothered me in spite of my pretty boy status. I was not queered, nor did i become anyone’s bitch, because i knew how to play the game, learned from the streets. I lost my job with traffic violations when they found out, but had the whole affair ex-punged after 3 years because i was considered a minor at the time. I was arrested several times after that but never served time for them. I became very claustrophobic after this, and even to this day, developed all kids of phobias. I developed a very deep respect for the law there after. Thank You.

gib · June 28, 2015, 6:45pm

Wow! If that’s not the love of wisdom, I don’t know what is.

Zoot_Allures · June 28, 2015, 7:11pm

But they are supposed to follow their own fucking rules. What does that say about a system that punishes people for breaking rules by putting them into a prison where the staff break the rules?

This is the mother load of all hypocrisy.

This simple fact alone nullifies any kind of social contract with the system (for me). If anybody shouldn’t break the rules, it should be the people who punish others for breaking the rules.

But what if in addition to this fact, the person in the prison being abused and mistreated shouldn’t even be there?

After almost five years I walked out of that prison, Primal. Now it’s my turn…

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqo-w1qvws[/youtube]

MagsJ · June 28, 2015, 9:17pm

Glad to hear it

Arminius · June 29, 2015, 12:27am

Zoot Allures:

Notes from my journal. ICON (intensive control) 23 hour per day lock-down, and regular population. In no particular order.
Temperatures outside were an average of 45 degrees for three months before I was finally given a long sleeved shirt. Temperatures then averaged 40 degrees for another three weeks before I was given a pair of thermals. By the end of November, temperatures averaged 30-40 degrees, and I was given no coat. By the middle of January, temperatures reached as low as 25 degrees. All I had was one thermal and a long sleeve shirt. Throughout the entire winter I was never given a coat. I got one hour per day in the cage outside, a ten by fifteen foot space between four brick walls thirty feet high. My rec time was at 6:00 in the morning. I would secretly wrap my shower towel around my upper body underneath my shirt so I could bear the cold. If I had been caught taking my towel outside, I would have been punished. I would put socks over my hands because I had no gloves.
On several occasions I was served rotten apples and bananas with meals. When I asked for fruit that wasn’t rotten, I was told “all the fruit is like that”.
I was given warm milk for breakfast. When I asked for refrigerated milk, I was refused.
A Sgt. in ICON made the decision to have inside rec at 6:00 because it was raining lightly. By 7:00 the rain had stopped. Still the Sgt. denied inmates their opportunity to have outside rec.
I paid for a new battery from the canteen and was given a half-dead battery by an officer who brought my order to me in my cell. I asked to be given what I had paid for- a new battery- and was refused. I wasn’t able to listen to my radio for seven days because of this, and sat in silence in my cell.
Whe I arrived at Bertie Maximum Custody, my property was inventoried and recorded by staff. The officer took my sunglasses and threw them away. The glasses were not unauthorized contraband, but I was never compensated for the glasses. I worked five days to make the money to buy those glasses. I made 70 cents a day.
Several times I was given inadequate servings of food items on my tray. Inmates who work in the kitchen ‘shake the spoon’ (don’t get a full scoop), and the officers supervising them don’t care.
I was given less calories per day than regular population inmates. I was told by the food service department that inmates in ICON are less active and therefore require less calories. False. I could do more exercise in my cell in one day than many regular population inmates do in a week.
I had the same shirt-jacket for three months. When I asked for a clean one, I was refused.
Several times I was given the wrong books by the librarian. When I asked for books by the author I requested, or an alternative if they were not available, I was ignored.
The only time I ever refused a tray that didn’t have full servings of something, it took 45 minutes for the staff to come to my cell and get my tray, another 30 minutes to bring me a new one. Never again did I refuse a tray that didn’t have full servings.
Different prisons have different rules concerning the amount of canteen items allowed to inmates. Because of this inconsistency between prisons, I was forced to throw away over $15 worth of canteen upon transferring to Bertie. I took me roughly three weeks to make $15.
At Hyde I was wrongfully charged and convicted of a B14. There was absolutely mo witnesses or evidence showing or proving that I destroyed state property. I was charged $10, lost all my earned time, radio privileges, put into disciplinary segregation, and gained 11 disciplinary points.
At Hyde, after my locker was broken into and my property stolen, my mattress urinated on and thrown in the hallway, tobacco planted in my locker to frame me for a B16, and threatened by gang members, I asked to be moved to another block. I was refused. That night I took one of the gang members to the ‘box’ (shower area hidden from officer’s view) and beat him to within an inch of his life. I was charged with a C3 and put into segregation.
Nurses screwed up my ibuprofen prescription dates and refused to refill them.
I was denied the use the sanitized clippers because the barber refused to clean them. The officers said nothing. I went without a haircut or a shave.
In ICON, the cell lights are off all the time. Staff do not follow policy and turn the lights on at scheduled times. I sat in darkness from 5:00 p.m. to about 9:00 a.m., when a small ray of light finally made it through my tiny window.
Officers did not provide me with a mop to clean my cell the entire time I was in ICON. I would clean my floor with a dirty shirt.
Officers did not respond to the emergency call button in my cell the entire time I was there. If I had a heart attack, nobody would have known.
At Hyde, officers made a payroll mistake and did not pay me one weeks wages for my grounds-keeper job. I was never compensated.
At Hyde, I found a dead grasshopper in my turnip greens. I ate it.
At Hyde, I was expected to use a filthy bathroom that leaked toilet water. The dorm janitor never did his job, and the supervising staff didn’t care.
I was punished for breaking rules I did not know existed. I was not given a policy handbook to be informed of the rules. If I accidentally broke a rule I wasn’t aware of, I was punished.
While at Hyde, I was not informed of the Thinking For A Change class, nor that I was required to take it before I could transfer to minimum custody. Because my case manager failed to tell me this, I wasted several months in medium custody, all the while assuming I was to become eligible for minimum custody.
At Hyde, inmates working the kitchen would sneak food out of the kitchen to sell on the yard. By the time my block got to the mess hall, there was no more dessert left.
At Burgaw, I was told by staff to share a bunk with an inmate who had hepatitis C. I refused, and was put into segregation for thirty days.
Ay Hyde I found a worm in my potatoes. I showed the kitchen Sgt. He did nothing.
In New Hanover county I chipped a tooth when I bit down on a rock that was in my beans. I was refused dental treatment to repair the tooth.
At Bertie I was charged twice for a single sick-call. When I reported it, nothing was done.
At Hyde I was put on a waiting list for the next available job. When the job became available, the staff responsible for for giving job assignments gave the job to another inmate who had only just arrived, instead of me.
At Bertie I was not given a clean blanket the entire time I was there.
At Hyde, the water was visibly blue with some chemical- so concentrated that the water literally stained the sink bright blue.
Canteen was called during my rec period. I had to go to canteen, but was not allowed to finish my rec time afterward. Staff would purposely schedule both times at once so inmates would have to sacrifice one for the other.
Staff refused to give me a roll of toilet paper in ICON. I used a dirty sock instead, and had to wash it out afterward because I couldn’t do anything with the sock in the cell.
I was not given an official cell card when I got to blue unit. I had to make one. Staff in the control booth would open your cell door to any inmate that showed them a fake card. You had to watch your cell the entire time or another inmate would get into it.
At Hyde, my good friend Matthew was extorted by gang members. They took everything he had. I couldn’t help him. You mind your own business or pay the price.
At Bertie, John’s tattoo gun was taken by gang members. He asked me and Auto to help him get it back. Impossible. A suicide mission. So, I negotiated with the Aryan Brotherhood, got a squad together, and went to work on the monkeys. Staff never found out what happened.
More later…

Interesting … But …, oh, oh …

Interesting … But is your story a wishful dream or a teen film clip?

Interesting … But can you really hear Orbie’s post?

Erik1 · June 29, 2015, 12:49pm

=D>

The_Golden_Turd · June 29, 2015, 5:14pm

How about… just living your life, and not having any direct contact with those fools?

Yes, life was horrible. Yes, injustices were presented to you. But, your a philosopher now… at least from a assumed pretention you have posting here.

Your experience of incoherency of justice and betrayal of personhood isn’t unique. I’ve known the experience. Let it have a influence of who you are, in how you approach things, but don’t stoop to a reciprocal mentality that forever grudges you, and ties you to that environment. You’ll never cease to be a prisoner until you can rise above the complexes you developed to survive. Those prison guards… poorly trained, low education. Don’t expect much from a cafeteria prison crew in terms of response. And the actual items you lost… you had so little, meant so much… I assure you, you could do with even less. I’ve experienced solitude of a deafening order to the point of triggering Musical Ear Syndrome. Solitude doesn’t break a human mind… we are biologically designed to adapt. Its the perception derived from desires. I have done with even less than you had for long stretches in my life.

In the annals of philosophy, we have the memory of the Cynic Philosopher Demetrius of Sunium:

Demetrius of Sunium
Lucian of Samosata, Toxaris 27

I have still one friend to produce, and I think none is more worthy of remembrance than Demetrius of Sunium. He and Antiphilus of the deme of Alopece had been playmates in their childhood, and grown up side by side. They subsequently took ship for Egypt, and carried on their studies there together, Demetrius practising the Cynic philosophy under the famous sophist of Rhodes, while Antiphilus, it seems, was to be a doctor. Well, on one occasion Demetrius had gone up country to see the Pyramids, and the statue of Memnon. He had heard it said that the Pyramids in spite of their great height cast no shadow, and that a sound proceeded from the statue at sunrise: all this he wished to see and hear for himself, and he had now been away up the Nile six months. During his absence, Antiphilus, who had remained behind (not liking the idea of the heat and the long journey), became involved in troubles which required all the assistance that faithful friendship could have rendered. He had a Syrian slave, whose name was also Syrus. This man had made common cause with a number of temple-robbers, had forced his way with them into the temple of Anubis, and robbed the God of a pair of golden cups, a caduceus, also of gold, some silver images of Cynocephali and other treasures; all of which the rest entrusted to Syrus’s charge. Later on they were caught trying to dispose of some of their booty, and were taken up; and being put on the rack, immediately confessed the whole truth. They were accordingly conducted to Antiphilus’s house, where they produced the stolen treasure from a dark corner under a bed. Syrus was immediately arrested, and his master Antiphilus with him: the latter being dragged away from the very presence of his teacher during lecture-time. There was none to help him: his former acquaintances turned their backs on the desecrator of Anubis’s temple, and made it a matter of conscience that they had ever sat at the same table with him. As to his other two servants, they got together all his belongings, and ran off.

Antiphilus had now lain long in captivity. He was looked upon as the vilest criminal of all in the prison; and the native gaoler, a superstitious man, considered that he was avenging the God’s wrongs and securing his favour by harsh treatment of Antiphilus. His attempts to clear himself of the charge of sacrilege only served to set him in the light of a hardened offender, and materially to increase the detestation in which he was held. His health was beginning to give way under the strain, and no wonder: his bed was the bare ground, and all night he was unable so much as to stretch his legs, which were then secured in the stocks; in the daytime, the collar and one manacle sufficed, but at night he had to submit to being bound hand and foot. The stench, too, and the closeness of the dungeon, in which so many prisoners were huddled together gasping for breath, and the difficulty of getting any sleep, owing to the clanking of chains,— all combined to make the situation intolerable to one who was quite unaccustomed to endure such hardships. At last, when Antiphilus had given up all hope, and refused to take any nourishment, Demetrius arrived, ignorant of all that had passed in his absence. He no sooner learnt the truth, than he flew to the prison. It was now evening, and he was refused admittance, the gaoler having long since bolted the door and retired to rest, leaving his slaves to keep guard. Morning came, and after many entreaties he was allowed to enter. Suffering had altered Antiphilus beyond recognition, and for long Demetrius sought him in vain: like men who seek their slain relatives on the day after a battle, when death has already changed them, he went from prisoner to prisoner, examining each in turn; and had he not called on Antiphilus by name, it would have been long before he could have recognized him, so great was the change that misery had wrought. Antiphilus heard the voice, and uttered a cry; then, as his friend approached, he brushed the dry matted hair from his face, and revealed his identity. At the unexpected sight of one another, the two friends instantly fell down in a swoon. But presently Demetrius recovered, and raised Antiphilus from the ground: he obtained from him an exact account of all that had happened, and bade him be of good cheer; then, tearing his cloak in two, he threw one half over himself, and gave the other to his friend, first ripping off the squalid, threadbare rags in which he was clothed. From that hour, Demetrius was unfailing in his attendance. From early morning till noon, he hired himself out as a porter to the merchants in the harbour, and thus made a considerable wage. Returning to the prison when his work was over, he would give a part of his earnings to the gaoler, thus securing his obsequious goodwill, and the rest sufficed him amply for supplying his friend’s needs. For the remainder of the day, he would stay by Antiphilus, administering consolation to him; and at nightfall made himself a litter of leaves near the prison door, and there took his rest. So things went on for some time, Demetrius having free entrance to the prison, and Antiphilus’s misery being much alleviated thereby. But presently a certain robber died in the gaol, apparently from the effects of poison; a strict watch was kept, and admittance was refused to all applicants alike, to the great distress of Demetrius, who could think of no other means of obtaining access to his friend than by going to the Prefect and professing complicity in the temple robbery. As the result of this declaration, he was immediately led off to prison, and with great difficulty prevailed upon the gaoler after many entreaties to place him next to Antiphilus, and under the same collar. It was now that his devotion to his friend appeared in the strongest light. Ill though he was himself, he thought nothing of his own sufferings: his only care was to lighten the affliction of his friend, and to procure him as much rest as possible; and the companionship in misery certainly lightened their load. Finally an event happened which brought their misfortunes to an end. One of the prisoners had somehow got hold of a file. He took a number of the others into his confidence, filed through the chain which held them together by means of their collars, and set all at liberty. The guards being few were easily slain; and the prisoners burst out of the gaol en masse. They then scattered, and each took refuge for the moment where he could, most of them being subsequently recaptured. Demetrius and Antiphilus, however, remained in the prison, and even secured Syrus when he was about to escape. The next morning the Prefect, hearing what had happened, sent men in pursuit of the other prisoners, and Demetrius and Antiphilus, being summoned to his presence, were released from their fetters, and commended for not having run away like the rest. The friends, however, declined to accept their dismissal on such terms: Demetrius protested loudly against the injustice which would be done to them if they were to pass for criminals, who owed their discharge to mercy, or to their discretion in not having run away. They insisted that the judge should examine carefully into the facts of their case. He at length did so; and was convinced of their innocence, did justice to their characters, and, with a warm commendation of Demetrius’s conduct, dismissed them; but not before he had expressed his regret at the unjust sentence under which they had suffered, and made each of them a present from his own purse,— 400 pounds to Antiphilus, and twice that sum to Demetrius. Antiphilus is still in Egypt at the present time, but Demetrius went off to India to visit the Brahmins, leaving his 800 pounds with Antiphilus. He could now, he said, leave his friend with a clear conscience. His own wants were simple, and as long as they continued so, he had no need of money: on the other hand, Antiphilus, in his present easy circumstances, had as little need of a friend.

See, Toxaris, what a Greek friend can do! You were so hard just now upon our rhetorical vanity, that I forbear to give you the admirable pleadings of Demetrius in court: not one word did he say in his own behalf; all was for Antiphilus; he wept and implored, and sought to take all the guilt upon himself; till at last the confession of Syrus under torture cleared them both. These loyal friends whose stories I have related were the first that occurred to my memory; where I have given five instances, I might have given fifty. And now I am silent: it is your turn to speak. I need not tell you to make the most of your Scythians, and bring them out triumphant if you can: you will do that for your own sake, if you set any value on that right hand of yours. Quit you, then, like a man. You would look foolish if, after your truly professional panegyric of Orestes and Pylades, your art were to fail you in your country’s need.

As your out of prison, and studying philosophy, I would recommend dropping the pretense towards revenge and retaliation. As I said, they are poorly educated stewards… the guards, and the operations managing prison workers wasn’t a high priority. Your taking this personally. Nature doesn’t make philosophers to operate on a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye basis. You can and really should become better than this, and digest in full your memories, and design a plan to start forcefully uprooting it.

My first suggestion is, as you can clearly make a list of abuses, and list them by category… remembering your PERCEPTIONS, do a study on a topic such as, Recidivism rates per facility, emphasizing varioys Warden’s philosophical approach to “rehabilitation and incarcination”.

While you do that, do a basic typological study of various guards at that prison. Some are more shitheaded than others, and compare this to your list of categories, and develop a dualistic typology that categorizes behaviors of certain kinds of guards with their reactions, and that of other guards, and compare this to the typology of various prisoners, ex cons you can interview.

If you develop these two kinds of typology, break it down into a multiple choice test, the kind both guards and prisoners would take upon working at/ becoming incarcerated at the prison. If a guard answers hypotheticals, he should receive collateral damage info on prisoners who have negatively rejected their treatment and found themselves forced into gangs. In your case, the Aryans, but it could of just as easily been an Islamic Radical Group, Black Panthers, a Cartel, etc.

This testing should be aimed at reducing recidivism and avoiding the worst aspects of prison treatment. Plenty of ex-cons on the net to collect this information.

You want revenge. Its a temporary feeling at best. Your not to be wasted on such puerile endeavors. As a philosopher now, you should be setting your sights on the systematic collapse of behaviors inherent in systems that brought you such pains to begin with, that will forever torment others like you.

Make use of your experiences. Develop the dual-typological test, and I will check it out. If it passes my muster, it will mean a lot. If I think it has potential, I will help you gain the influence you need politically and intellectually within the circle of education that perspective wardens have to climb through before qualifying for their posts. You could get laws and regulations put in place that detect these inefficiencies and cruelities during state prison inspections, once they have the means and a metric to detect these injustices, and root them out.

Beating the shit out of a couple of guards, or flattening their tires isn’t the height we should aspire to. Hell, given the educational background of those guards and career choices, expect them to invent their own hells for themselves.

And Orb… you don’t have to put out the red light just to have the privledge to talk to me. But if you do insist on selling your asshole just for the sake of posting here, talking to me, I really think I should get a financial contribution in return. I mean, what else can the money possible be for?

Zoot_Allures · June 30, 2015, 1:57am

I can’t read all that quote Ferg. Like all the others this guy is just another philosopher in the annals of history. I like to stay away from anyone who has the suffix ‘ius’ in his name anyway, because I always feel like I reading a script to a Shakespearean play when I read them. No offense, though.

I can’t be talked down from the disgust I feel about this. This is my war, and unless something extraordinary happens in my life, I have nothing to live for but this war. I’m just biding my time. I’ll know when the time is right to make my move.

You don’t just ‘get over’ this kind of shit. You get revenge and you do it right.

The_Golden_Turd · June 30, 2015, 4:47am

Yes, its a mindset, but it is recursive, and doesn’t benefit yourself in the long run, or the greater good in preventing this from happening to others just like you, over and over again. Your not taking a stand against the recurrence, you are possessed by a chasing after, reliving a traumatic past.

You possess a thinking capacity. An awareness of other minds. A sense of a future, if not even for yourself, but in some sense for mankind.

An ability to read situations, adapt, and overcome. Your trapped in this cycle. You allow yourself to be trapped in the system the forced upon you.

Before the time comes, just reconsider this call. Is there a smarter way of changing what happened in a meaningful way well beyond the scope of a mere, limited impulse to revenge? Will this revenge do anything to satiate the torment of others still locked up around the country, around the world? Are you in the position to use your insider knowledge to present an alternative, to remedy the maladies of a broken system, to help guide the world beyond this mess?

Or are you going to be selfish and shortsighted, and quite probably, whether you succeed or fail, end up in the same circumstances, likely worst this time around.

We are primates. Gravity was our greatest enemy for 60 million years. We never could of built skyscrapers had we maintained a eternal grudge against falling, of taking that leap from the trees into the Savannah.

Think about this when the time comes. Don’t fall on your ass into a cell again. Approach this situation as a philosopher. Your responsibilities now are to lead men past their misunderstandings, not be lead by your misgivings

Zoot_Allures · June 30, 2015, 1:11pm

MagsJ · June 30, 2015, 9:11pm

Is there a hidden message in his words?

The_Golden_Turd · June 30, 2015, 10:04pm

Yes, he said he took it in the ass. You gotta use your super-sleuth decoder ring to figure out the hidden meaning behind his statement.

His hole was like this o and then it was this O, cause they didn’t have the internet back then, so philosophy was expensive. You can lecture him on poor logic, but in fairness, he was trying to buy a book on logic to learn about that sort of reason in the first place. Catch-22, we all make that mistake eventually.

All of us.

Orbie · June 30, 2015, 10:19pm

I hope You do not misunderstand me for saying this: that i will live up to Your expectations, and not even rise to the occasion of inflicting the most sublime critique of what You probably intended to hurt me with, or anything of the kind. On the contrary, I almost can feel your disappontment with the fact, that neutrality has always generally been the best options when dealing with people who feed on that sort of gratuity.

However, i am somewhat surprised in your level of surmise of my intended plan to filter out the obvious from the less so, and that is the level from which i will never sverve. So be it, and in that way, let it be.
That had we met in prison, we would be talking in a different language , i am quite sure of.

Thanks, and i hope the implications are obvious. I have no negative regard fo you, in fact, i have none.

Zoot_Allures · July 1, 2015, 1:08pm

And then there was this. I suffered a slight herniated disk in a weight lifting accident. I was doing rows with more weight than I could handle and something went ouch.

Now they took xrays and confirmed the disk protruding from the lower vertebra, as well as some minor disk degeneracy… but that kind of arthritis is natural to everyone… only a little more to people who have used their back more in life.

My left leg is also about a half inch shorter than my right because of a flatter foot (forget the name of the condition). But the tilt of my waist caused the vertebra to heal in the wrong position. I was never given an orthodic lift for my shoe because they gave me the wrong kind of xrays to determine the discrepancy between legs. They fucked it up. Twice. I was given horizontal xrays and these do not identify a discrepancy. There is a special kind of standing xray machine that does this. The broke motherfuckers wouldn’t pay for it and keep tossing me back and forth between doctors at the prison.

If an inamte has less than X amount of time left, the state is not required to address his medical or dental needs. To take advantage of this law, they purposely postpone your medical attention and drag out the process long enough to reach that point. Then, by law, they don’t have to help you.

The pain is constant and dull, and my lower back is very stiff in the morning. After that I’m good. But the point is, when I complain about this bullshit and sound like a psychopath, there is some substance to it.

Consider the following. If a person breaks a law, knowing in advance the penalties if he gets caught, and having a willingness to suffer, responsibly, those penalities if he gets caught, can we say that he is responsible for the suffering he endures if he is caught and given penalties that are more severe than the penalties he should have gotten for the crime he committed?

To say yes would be also to say that a man who walks out his front door and is hit by a stray bullet, is at fault for the suffering he endures, because he shouldn’t have walked out the door.

One would never say that because that’s ridiculous. I suppose we could say that the man shouldn’t have walked out the door if he knew there was a chance of getting hit by a stray bullet… but would we really say that?

If I committed a crime that is punishable by sentence X, knowing this before I committed the crime and willing to suffer the consequences with no complaint if I were caught, can I be responsible and to blame for being punished with sentence Y, instead?

A person can be called responsible and at fault for the suffering he endures only if he knew in advance that that suffering might result from what he has chosen to do, chooses to do it anyway, gets caught, and suffers.

From my particular position this applies in such a way that I causally trace back every instance of disadvantage I have had since the convictions and prison so that I can blame one specific event as the beginning of the chain that would follow.

As these afflictions and disadvantages combine and make it more difficult for me I get more angry. If you were me you would understand. I am in a very difficult position, one that I am not totally to blame for making, and I get very frustrated. So I vent pseudononymously hoping you will fight for me and with me. But alas, you do not.

I kept all the records of medical sick-call requests and doctors orders and everything. Then I read some law and found out I’d have slim chance to get a law suit together against the state for what happened. So I didn’t bother doing anything with and nor did I try to consult a lawyer to see if he’d be interested in the case.

Really fucked up. You think about all the shit I have been through because somebody saw my dick. I remember the second time I was arrested for it when I was nineteen. The judge in the court room was laughing with me the charge was so stupid. I got some unsupervised probation because he had to give me something.

If you got any questions about my charges ask me and I’ll tell you. You showed up a little late on the scene. I’d already covered my charges here. Six felonies for one incident Ferg… not six different incidents. Talk to me chief. Ask me something and speak clearly. Turn the afterburners off and just talk like a normal guy with an average IQ, mmkay?

MagsJ · July 1, 2015, 1:17pm

I didn’t conflate the two incidents, but Arminius chose to… so my initial comment still stands.

Scenario:
I give my boyfriend blowjobs… a strange man asks me to give him a blowjob… does that mean I have to give him a blowjob?

Zoot_Allures · July 1, 2015, 1:29pm

What I asked you to consider above Ferg is the fact that I was sentenced for a crime that I didn’t actually commit. Another kind of sex crime. What I should’ve been charged with was one misdemeanor indecent exposure. But I was charged with one felony indecent liberties with a minor and one felonious indecent exposure. This was the woman in the book store I flashed when the kid saw me. I still to this day don’t know where that kid was in the store because I never saw her. Now I intentionally flashed the woman and the kid accidentally saw me. Concerning intent then, my charge was a misdemeanor indecent exposure to an adult. Max of sixty days in jail. Not only did the DA jack up the charge but he also doubled it by defining the same crime as two different elemental crimes. Elements in one exist in the other so he can get both in on me. A double jeopardy of sorts. Indecent liberties with a minor requires the offender to 'perform a lewd or lascivious act with or upon the body of a minor.

I made no physical contact. I didn’t even see her.

Because this kid saw my dick I got 36-44 months in prison and was given lifetime sex offender registry requirement. Wait, there’s more. I got a GPS on my ankle as well. Neat, huh?

I’ve moved to virginia and I live in a conversion van… a very nice conversion van. Like the Starship Enterprise. Sgot the interior hardwood trim, premium sound system, TV DVD, electric bed/couch, valance lights, 5.7 liter. Sgot that las vegas casino blue interior and tinted windows. I took the running boards off and the two single seats out of the back… as well as rubbed the g, a, t, o, and r out of the word Gladiator. She’s my customized Ladi.

The six felonies I was charged for in 2008 went the same way. It was one event in which three people saw me, so should have been a singular charge. The DA argued that there was a crime committed on each person in that incident and that two charges could be made for each girl. So three girls got two felonies each, and put me on five years supervised probation with a suspended sentence of 16-20 months in prison, and the sex offender registry.

Zoot_Allures · July 1, 2015, 1:34pm

edit: moved to virginia so I could get the bracelet off. They do not have that law. That is why I am willing to live in a van right now. I’ll worry about getting an apartment later. I got out of prison last November and haven’t got my shit together yet. Still roaming around skipping jobs here and there. Besides, I’m at the beach now. I need to have some fun before locking down in some permanent job.

The_Golden_Turd · July 2, 2015, 9:21am

I’m going to be heading out in a SUV here soon, they have better stealth ability. It has a crack in the windshield, and rust issues I gotta solve before going out. Van living is a bit luxurious if done right.

I gotta hunt down some quartz deposits, so haven’t quite decided where to set off, need specific kinds.

Health trumps historical injustices, so let’s focus on that.

Do you know roughly which vertebrae are unalined, where the curvature starts?

I need you to head out to some straight track railroads, and walk along it. Try to keep your feet spaced equally when they touch down, every other track. Walk until you start seriously hurting, and then describe to me the exact muscle groups this occurs in, and rough location along those muscles in relation to your skeletal system. You can Google the anatomy for correct nomenclature.

If it is cartridge, I can walk you through regrowing it. I did that over several years homeless, had to rebuild my right knee, severe atrophy. Could barely walk once I got back, and was more or less abandoned.

I have no reason to pity you. With the right mindset, insight, and research, you can get ahead. Hopelessness and negative reinforcements feeds anxiety. Yes… you lost everything. So what?

One step at a time.

A_Shieldmaiden · July 2, 2015, 9:40am

Cartilage?

Reading your posts you seem to be affronted by what you perceive as the audacity of being charged for your offences.

I have heard sex offenders are treated differently in prisons, with the contempt that they deserve.