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LordShadowfire · 46-50, M
I'm about 90% sure I got somebody kіӏӏed in prison.
This guy tried to borrow my frankincense oil to use as cologne for a visit. Entitled little sһit pretended to take no for an answer, but then he set me up. he asked me to help him out by holding on to a bag of pruno (prison wine, named because it was originally made with prunes, but you can make it with any fruit). Swore he'd split the profits with me from selling it. The only thing he asked was that I tell him when I had added the hot water to start the fermentation. Well, imagine my surprise when right after I told him, there was a "random" search of my cell. I got 40 days in segregation, right as my biological mother was coming up from Phoenix for a visit. She had to see me in an orange jumpsuit behind glass. Yeah, real nice visit.
Well, my cellie at the time was one of the favorites of Angel Gomez, who was basically queen of the LGBT inmates. You did not mess with her. She was doing life for kіӏӏіng a cop. So when I had my hearing, I told the hearings officer it was all me. Not my cellie. I made sure and told her he was innocent. She asked me who provided me with the ingredients, because I wasn't working in the kitchen and couldn't have gotten the yeast. I told her "some guy".
Why would I throw myself on a hand grenade like that, and make sure that I was going to serve the whole seg time myself, and that other guy got off scot-free? Because by the іԁіоtіc "convict code", that other guy was now a rat, and I wasn't. Plus it meant he was on mainline when Angel found out that his actions had gotten the other guy thrown in the hole, if only for a day or so.
Yeah. Not only did I never see him again, nobody ever spoke his name again. Usually when somebody screws up and gets beat down, you hear rumors about it. But everybody was silent as the grave.
This guy tried to borrow my frankincense oil to use as cologne for a visit. Entitled little sһit pretended to take no for an answer, but then he set me up. he asked me to help him out by holding on to a bag of pruno (prison wine, named because it was originally made with prunes, but you can make it with any fruit). Swore he'd split the profits with me from selling it. The only thing he asked was that I tell him when I had added the hot water to start the fermentation. Well, imagine my surprise when right after I told him, there was a "random" search of my cell. I got 40 days in segregation, right as my biological mother was coming up from Phoenix for a visit. She had to see me in an orange jumpsuit behind glass. Yeah, real nice visit.
Well, my cellie at the time was one of the favorites of Angel Gomez, who was basically queen of the LGBT inmates. You did not mess with her. She was doing life for kіӏӏіng a cop. So when I had my hearing, I told the hearings officer it was all me. Not my cellie. I made sure and told her he was innocent. She asked me who provided me with the ingredients, because I wasn't working in the kitchen and couldn't have gotten the yeast. I told her "some guy".
Why would I throw myself on a hand grenade like that, and make sure that I was going to serve the whole seg time myself, and that other guy got off scot-free? Because by the іԁіоtіc "convict code", that other guy was now a rat, and I wasn't. Plus it meant he was on mainline when Angel found out that his actions had gotten the other guy thrown in the hole, if only for a day or so.
Yeah. Not only did I never see him again, nobody ever spoke his name again. Usually when somebody screws up and gets beat down, you hear rumors about it. But everybody was silent as the grave.
Punxi · F
@LordShadowfire Last time I visited him he had gotten his entire upper torso tatted. Gang related.
Punxi · F
@LordShadowfire It was just...wow.. Had none.