There are aspect of life behind bars that I just don't get. Like the guy who wears his flip flops into the shower. After his shower he then uses his towel to dry off his flip flops. then hangs the towel back up to dry. Then repeats the same process the next day. He took a towel he wipes on his face and dried someone elses unborn babies off his shower shoes. Yes. This is a men's locker room we're talking about.
Or the guy who won't sit on a toilet seat, but perches his shower shoes on each side of the bowl, then sits on them. Nearly everyone washes their ass around here. So, the germs on the seat are minimal. Well, until you place your jizz-stained, bacteria-infested shower shoes on the seat. Now your putting whatever is on the shower floor on your ass. Not to mention, the condition you have now left the seat in for the next man who comes to sit on that seat.
Disrespectful assholes....
It doesn't end there. I see stuff all day that causes me to shake my head. Take our reck yard for example. The middle of summer and no houses anywhere near and so some of us like to take our shirt off while we work out. Get a little Vitamin D and fresh air. Here comes the recreational coach, a sergeant who has decided to be shirt patrol. He chases anyone down who pulls their shirt over their head to write paperwork on. Issuing a corrective-consultation paper. Even going to the extreme of kicking you off the reck field for removing your shirt.
He is so intent on doing this that he overlooks everything else. Thing that are totally security risks. The very things he should be monitoring to maintain safety, he overlooks to chase inmates down who have removed their shirt.
I watched the gang activity on the reck field the other day. Blatantly throwing gang signs around while the officer watches. A ring of guys all surrounding the petitioner. It's an initiation ceremony. One guy in the center of the circle is on his knees with his head bowed. Everyone in the surrounding ring hold his hand on the new members shoulders. If you didn't know any better you could mistake it for a charismatic healing ceremony. Except this is no prayer circle. These are gang members. Here to swear in a new member. Organized crime and it's alive and well in the prison system. It goes virtually unnoticed since the officer is busy chasing down a shirtless inmate doing push ups. That's just one senario. Here's yet another.....
We have Mp3 players that have to be plugged in to a kiosk to download our music purchases. A couple of the officers post up around the machine and tell us inmates it's off limits. It's a security risk for us to plug in and download our music. Nobody's going to download their tunes to go jump the fence. What, so they have something to listen to while they're on the run? I think not!
Besides....if an officer can patrol the kiosk to tell you it's "off limits", then why can't he just be security and see the area as patrolled since he's leaning on the machine? I just don't get if folks. Some people have so much sense they have none. There you have it.....
The things I ponder.
Until next time.....
Showing posts with label gangs. Show all posts
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Friday, February 22, 2013
Mail Room Part II
A few weeks back I decided to exercise my right to grieve the mail room. Two weeks later my grievances were returned. "Rejected" on all three counts I brought up to dispute. If I thought their mail room sucked before, you should see the amount of suck I'm dealing with now.
My mother's mail was rejected last week because she sent me too many stamps. Another packet of my art was rejected for tattoo patterns. Currently, a piece of my art is being held by this prisons security because of possible "gang" references.
If you will look in the art gallery you will see a piece of art that says "ALL IN"...a reference to gambling and the goofy street life of money as a "king". Unknown to me, the dice in the picture have a visible three, a two and a five.
Well folks, as you know there are 50 states. Each state has thousands of three digit area codes. Nearly every small town across the nation has a group of kids using their area code for a "sign". I'll bet if you Google your local area code there is some article about local kids using it as their gang sign.
Two years ago I had no idea I used an Ocala area code in the dice I drew. And that I had unknowingly referenced a group of goat-fucking, cow-tipping, farm-hands from the rodeo town of Ocala. Both me and my lady were surprised to learn that my art was confiscated for not a possible tattoo pattern this time. Now it's graduated to gang paraphernalia.
This has all of a sudden put me on some list of sorts. If someone did their homework on me, they would find that I am a quiet man. I stick to myself. I like art, I have a sweet tooth, and I enjoy long strolls in the park. I am not a gang banger. I have no time in my life to try to do stupid shit to gain approval from a squad of pure idiots. I'm trying to come home to my family. So I was shocked when I was pulled from my prison cell the other day to meet the gang task force, where I was questioned as to whom I'm affiliated with, and why I have stars tattooed on me.
Where I come from, the stars and stripes represents a country that for centuries men and women have gave their lives for. Many of my friends and family have fought for our freedom. So how on earth has a group of Spanish guys taken our historical symbols and turned them into gang signs?
The ironic part of this, is that there's a special force hired by the prison system to investigate guys like me. And this, my friends, is your tax dollars hard at work. They could save some time and money if they just monitored the reck yard activity occasionally. Since all their gang bangers meet up out there to flash their gang signs in the wide open all reck. They are not hiding their symbols in dice. They make up these complex hand shakes so they know who's who.
If a man walks up to another man and grabs his dick, I'll assume he's gay. If you grab my dick, I'll punch you in your shit. And when you investigate my dice in a piece of art? You're a dumb ass. Thank you, and please come again.
My mother's mail was rejected last week because she sent me too many stamps. Another packet of my art was rejected for tattoo patterns. Currently, a piece of my art is being held by this prisons security because of possible "gang" references.
If you will look in the art gallery you will see a piece of art that says "ALL IN"...a reference to gambling and the goofy street life of money as a "king". Unknown to me, the dice in the picture have a visible three, a two and a five.
Well folks, as you know there are 50 states. Each state has thousands of three digit area codes. Nearly every small town across the nation has a group of kids using their area code for a "sign". I'll bet if you Google your local area code there is some article about local kids using it as their gang sign.
Two years ago I had no idea I used an Ocala area code in the dice I drew. And that I had unknowingly referenced a group of goat-fucking, cow-tipping, farm-hands from the rodeo town of Ocala. Both me and my lady were surprised to learn that my art was confiscated for not a possible tattoo pattern this time. Now it's graduated to gang paraphernalia.
This has all of a sudden put me on some list of sorts. If someone did their homework on me, they would find that I am a quiet man. I stick to myself. I like art, I have a sweet tooth, and I enjoy long strolls in the park. I am not a gang banger. I have no time in my life to try to do stupid shit to gain approval from a squad of pure idiots. I'm trying to come home to my family. So I was shocked when I was pulled from my prison cell the other day to meet the gang task force, where I was questioned as to whom I'm affiliated with, and why I have stars tattooed on me.
Where I come from, the stars and stripes represents a country that for centuries men and women have gave their lives for. Many of my friends and family have fought for our freedom. So how on earth has a group of Spanish guys taken our historical symbols and turned them into gang signs?
The ironic part of this, is that there's a special force hired by the prison system to investigate guys like me. And this, my friends, is your tax dollars hard at work. They could save some time and money if they just monitored the reck yard activity occasionally. Since all their gang bangers meet up out there to flash their gang signs in the wide open all reck. They are not hiding their symbols in dice. They make up these complex hand shakes so they know who's who.
If a man walks up to another man and grabs his dick, I'll assume he's gay. If you grab my dick, I'll punch you in your shit. And when you investigate my dice in a piece of art? You're a dumb ass. Thank you, and please come again.
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