shit, maybe i have posted it before.
well, in that case, here's another story for good measure....
back in 2000 when i was 16, i was sitting around one night watching this random hitler documentary. anways, the phone rings, and it's an acquaintance from school. tells me that him and a few guys from school are gonna go for a walk, and asked if i wanted to join them. i figure sure why not? probably just gonna walk around, smoke ciggerates, and take advantage of our adolescence.
anyways, midnight comes around, so it's time to head for the rendezvous point. i show up, and these guys are dressed in full blown ninja gear. ok ok, so im exaggerating. but they were wearing nothing but black. trench coats and beanies included. i asked what the deal was, and they said they all dressed that way because they had to sneak out of their houses. fair enough i thought to myself. although i was totally standing out since i was wearing jeans a a grey hoodie.
so we being our walk. not really doing much, just shooting the shit. so say after like...25 minutes, one of the guys notices a cop drive by a block oh way. so he's like, "oh shit!". he runs across the street and throws himself under a pick up truck. imediatley gets the cops attention. starts heading our way. at the point, the other two guys make a run for the bushes. they don't really hide inside them, or even behind them for that matter, but simply take a knee besides them. in the time it took them to get to the bushes, the cop was already outside of his car point his gun at the guy that hid under the truck. calls for back up, 2 minutes later, we're all being searched.
i wasn't really nervous. i figured...curfew ticket tops. i had nothing on me but a walkman, and my house keys. so the other guys get their backpacks searched, and low and behold, you wouldn't believe what they had on them.
of all things...
a 'No Parking' sign.... yup.
we get arrested. charged with burgulary, and posession of stolen property did a night in a holding cell. got my shoe laces cut off, had my Dr. Grip pen, walkman, and wallet taken away. never got any of it back.
once the sun came up, all of our parents were called so they could come pick us up. no ones parents were pissed, but just damn disapointed. can't blame them though, i mean, i know i'd be a bit bummed out if their son was 16 and going out to steal street signs instead of trying to get laid or something. my dad gave even less of a shit. since the police report said that i was pretty much just with them, and that was pretty much my involvment.
anyways, we come out of the thing with 6 months probation. the conditions of the probation were that we weren't allowed to be out past 7PM, unless we had our parents permission. in which case, we couldn't be out past 9PM. had to keep in touch with our probations officers once a week, and um...couldn't get arrested again obviously.
anyways, i didn't care for my probation officer much since it's not like im some criminal or anything. so i never kept in touch. because of that, all my court hearing check up things consisted of "well, you're not doing anything wrong, but you're not keeping in touch with your probation officer. we're gonna have to extend it another 6 months".
being that my parents weren't enforcing that bullshit curfew, i figured i'd just drag the probation thing on til i was 18 and just let it get dropped. i mean, it wasn't affecting me in the slightest, so i didn't really give a shit.
anyways, it's like...April 2001 at this point (im 17). i go for my scheduled probation hearing. the Judge is like "so, i hear you got a job. did you know you were supposed to get your probations officers permission to do that?". obviously i had no idea. so the judge is like "very well, im sentencing you to 30 days in juvenille hall".
i was pretty confused, cause well, when you think about it. i pretty much went to jail for getting a job without permission. how lame is that?
alright so, they put me in some holding cell in back of the court room for an hour, before a group of us get shipped off to the prison. i walk in, and i immediatley get asked "where you from essay?" by like, 6 guys. i really wanted to laugh because well, i have a spot in my heart for hispanic gangsters, and well, everything about them. but i figured that wouldn't be smart cause i didn't feel like getting my ass kicked right off the bat.
so we get transported to some place in downtown los angeles.
get there, and they take us to the medical center or whatever. wait there a few hours watching TV with about...15 other dudes. all gang members obviously. the guy sitting next to me starts talking to me. at this point, i realize that every single conversation is going to begin with "where you from essay?". i tell him im not in a gang. he looks at me, smiles, and tells me "alright foo, next time say 'i don't gang bang". he starts trying to scare the shit out of me by telling me about how people are gonna want to kick my ass once they find out that im not in a gang and work at a law firm. after that, he started telling me i had it easy, that a month would go by in no time. he was gonna be in there for 6 months he said. he was in for violating his probation. crack dealer. then he started talking to me about his 4 month old new born daughter. dude was only 15. so we're talking, and then another group of guys get brought into the room, and they have them sit next to us. once their escorts leave, the guy sitting next to me that i was talking to goes to the guy sitting in front of me "hey fucker, why did you rat out giggles?!" and punched the guy in the face. some super good fight broke out litereally 2 feet in front of me. once the guards showed up, they peppered sprayed the guys, and they stopped fighting.
10 minutes later, it's my turn to the see the doctor. then they give me all kinds of shots and shit. after that, i get the clothes that i'll be wearing for the next month. it consisted of a grey sweat shirt, white tshirt, and some blue linen like pants. i get taken to the some place where all the newbies stay at their first night. i wake up, and i feel like complete and total shit. i guess all the medicine and shots that i got didn't sit in too well with my body. i was throwing up for the most part of the day.
anyways, i get taken to the E-F building where im gonna be doing my time apparently. meet my cellmate. his name was richard, he wasn't in a gang or anything like that. he was a self proclaimed con-artist. although he said he was in for grand theft auto. he was a cool guy though. all he did was talk about smoking weed, and his girlfriend. oh, and smoking P-Dogs (blunts with coke sprinkled on them). he pretty much told me what to expect and shit. very very hospitable. after talking for an hour, i decided to go to sleep cause i was just feeling sick as shit from all the medicine and stuff. eventually i wake up for dinner. we had "steak". yeah yeah, i know what you're thinking. really though, all it was was 4 slices of sandwhich ham, folded in half, heated, with gravy on it. yummy.
after that, we went back to our cells. i read some of richards surfing magazines, and it was lights out at 9. ok, so come 6AM, i get woken up by what's easily the most annoying sound to wake up to since my mom going "haaaaeeeey" while clapping. some old fuck fart with some really annoying voices bitching at everyone to wake up. man, i tell you, i can't describe it, but god damn was he annoying. anyways, we get woken, and we have 5 minutes to make our beds, and get dressed. then it's off to brush our teeth. after that, we go back to our cells for about an hour. then it's time for breakfast. this was usually the most depressing part of the day. breakfast for the most part, would consist of really bad oatmeal, or these scrambelled eggs that were made out of some kind of powder, and milk. after that, it's back to the cell for an hour.
then it's off to school. being that i was new, it was gonna be a week or so before i started going to school. so when richard would go to school, i'd sit around bored off my ass for like, 4 hours or so. reading the same 2 surfing magazines over and over again, and taking the occasional nap. then come noon, we'd have lunch. that would usually consist of cereal, milk, and a fruit. then it was off to the cell again for 30 minutes, then back to school. i'd sit around the cell at this point, and try to see if the cum stains on the wall looked like anything. you know, like when clouds look like random shit. no luck though.
school would break out at 3. back to the cell til shower / dinner time. then if we were lucky, we'd get to watch a movie, write letters, play board games, and then go to sleep.
that was pretty much the daily routine.
anyways, i just realized this thing is damn long, and being that you know what the daily routine is, im just gonna let you in on all the random good shit that happened, and stuff of that sort. besides, im really bored of writing about this.
- alright so, one time. the guy in the cell in front of us had his own cell because he was a little screwy in the head. anyways, one day they decided to give him a cellmate. so they did. maybe 20 minutes later, you hear the new cellmate screaming at the top of his lungs. richard and i jump to look at what's going on. the screwy dude is beating the shit out of his new cellmate. starts biting him everywhere, and eventually gets a good little chunk of his shoulder area. by this point, the guards are like "we're gonna open the door! jump out!" they open the door, and the dude dove out. they slam the door, and the crazy dude is acting like he's a fuckin dinosaur. the entire cell was covered in blood. anyways, none of the guards wanted to deal with cleaning it. richard being the clever fuck he was, offered to clean it, and then paint it. once he did that, the guards hooked his ass up with mc donalds every day for dinner. totally worth it if you ask me.
- ok, so turns out that the main guards best friend was dating my cousin. so because of that, i had something that everyone reffered to as "juice". pretty much means i was gonna get hooked up from that point on. the dude would let me take my sweet time with phone calls, would get me hotdogs all the time....shit, speaking of which, i think that could very well be where my insane appreciation for hotdogs came from. at night, when everyone would go to sleep, he'd let me get on the phone, and give me soda and candy. that totally worked out. it's just a damn shame i didn't find out til my last 2 weeks there.
ah fuck it, im just getting lazy at this point.
but all in all though, my ass only got threatend once. good thing he was only 14 though. i'll talk more about that tomorrow though.
but yeah, it was definitely an interesting experience to say the least.
