it has left me depleted of any energy
once posessed..i'm shattered.
One's feeble attempts to unwind are most unsucessful.
Drinking coffee on my bed,
listening to some jazz or soul usually does the trick, but it depends on how much
my patience has been tested by the various different forms of moronic
neanderthals i am currenty imprisoned with. I'm affraid the next level of retardation i have
had to wade through today, is too much for my crude cup of coffee to combat at the moment.
It's a good thing this blam filled blog bollocks isn't hand written,
as right now my paws are shaking like vegas dice, and i'm finding
it extremely difficult holding my pen still to write without it looking
ultra retarded and arthiritic. Maybe i do have arthiritis?
Lack of sleep,
stress and consuming little to no water all day,
followed by this biblicallly strong mug of coffee, isn't the
smartest idea. But i need it.
I was awoken early this morning,
and spent most of my day sitting in various holding cells and 'bull pens',
surrounded by gentleman that spoke little to no English. Or just didn't
want to make conversational pleasantries with this young Englishman
in their immiediate presence.
.. In short, going to court is LONG!!
The holding cells have heavenly bright lights,
the air is ultra dry, the only place to sit on is a flat
metal bench which puts your ass to sleep in no time,
and you are stuck there for around five to seven hours.
Sometimes you might run into a familiar face down there,
or perhaps just meet someone you never would have crossed
paths with, had you not been subjected to appear before
an honourary member of the American Judicial System..
Today i bumped into a Cuban guy i had met on the 'attorney conference'
floor, who had gone into great depths to explain to me how he was 'set up'.
When i asked him how, he went on to explain that one of his freinds had
asked him to hold a briefcase with a kilo of coccaine in, and as he didn't own
the briefcase, it was a complete injustice that he was being charged with
posession with intent to distribute..
There are a lot of people here for re-entry. As in being deported,
then sneaking back into the country..
The more times you do it, the more jailtime you get each time
you are caught.
One gentleman i spoke to said he walked TWO DAYS through the desert
to get here, almost died in the process, and is now looking at
four years in prison for his efforts.
The reason he came back, risking his life and his freedom,
knowing he faced definite jailtime if caught?
He has a wife and two little girls that live here,
and had been deported with no hope of being allowed to
Considering the motive behind this young mans crime
was the need to be close to his family, placed in his shoes,
what would you have done?
The short trip back to the jail was a fairly rowdy
experience today if i do say so myself..
I was one of the last people to be seen in court,
so was being taken back on my own. Or so i thought.
As i approach the lift, cuffed and shackled like Turkish
Hannibal Lecter, i spot a MONSTER of a 'man'..
He's real fucking angry too.
This guy's arms are so big, that he LITERALLY has three pairs of handcuffs on. One on
each wrist, and one in the middle linking them up. He is so hench he can't
actually put his arms fully behind his back. Swear down.
He's screaming at the US Marshals.
Despite their stab proof vests
and assorted weaponry, THEY look scared.
"TAKE ME BACK TO THE ISLAND NOW YOU FUCKS!"
The island he is so politely reffering to is Rikers Island,
most people are petrified of going there, one of my freinds in here
said his 18 days on the Island was harder than TWO YEARS in MCC..and this
guy before me is DEMANDING to be taken there..
"N****RS GONNA TRY STEALIN' MY SHIT, WE GOTS TO GO NOW N****R!"
"Don't worry sir, we will get a Correctional Officer to box it up for you"
SHIT DON'T GO DOWN LIKE THAT, N****RS BE IN MY CELL ALREADY
STEALING SHIT, BEFORE THEM PUNK MOTHERFUCKIN' COPS GET TO IT"
"Look it's too late to take you back today"
"NAH, FUCK THIS, IF YOU AIN'T TAKIN' ME BACK IM'A FUCK
SHIT UP, GO STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKIN' HOLE, FUCK THIS,
WATCH! WATCH WHAT IM'A DO N****R! SOMEONE'S GONNA GET FUCKED UP! WATCH!"
..and with that, spins around and stares at me with death streaming
from his nostrils..
I am being looked at as the 'shit' that apparently needs to be 'fucked up'.
The whole journey back he keeps repeating
"YOU PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS MADE A BIG MISTAKE" and randomly barking
During this time i am doing everything in my power to get the US Marshals attention..
Winking, nodding, waggling eyebrows, quiet yelps of "yo, yo!"
ANYTHING to signal to these guys something along the lines of
'DON'T FUCKING PUT ME IN A CELL WITH THIS DUDE!'
..Po Po got the hint..about fucking time too!!
As soon as they took the many pairs of handcuffs restraining this
extremely aggravated indivudual, he starts pacing my way, luckily one
of the US Marshalls grabbed me by the arm and got me the FUCK out of there..
I get back to my unit to find a nice postcard from a freind in Germany,
and a buddy from back in the ends..much appreciated :D
I collapse onto my concrete slab of a mattress,
and many hours of bollocks and pointless fuckrie go past,
..So here i am.
Same time, same place, same coffee, same hyper loud snoring
coming from my cellie below, same feelings of seclusion, isolation,
abandonment and slowly overshadowing my brain like the spaceship
from Independance Day..
Oh well. Another day down.
Perhaps tomorrow will be somewhat better?
i typed this the next day.