58) "They" will come for me...


I've been sentenced to 10 years... 


On 10 years you only have to serve 8 years and 8 months with "good time." I been trying to think positive, but I've come to terms that I will die in here. Either someone is gonna kill me or I am going to end up killing someone. Either way my life is over. I called my home girl, Peanut today, because I felt a little down. She tried to keep my spirits up by telling me to stay strong, but I explained to her what I will have to become to survive in here. I felt bad as soon as the words left my lips. She started to cry telling me G_D will keep me safe. The only god in here is made of metal, sharpened to a fine point and fits into the palm of your hand. When it's time to go,
mother fuckers are coming with me! Death in here is one journey I will not take alone.

57) Get With This Or Get With That!

Budd stopped by my cell today... 


We haven't spoken since the Bitches Love Me incident. The first thing he said was, "are you losing weight?" I was actually going to visit him today, to ask what was up. It seems that a couple of dudes from the Aryan Brotherhood have been pressing Budd about "socializing with niggers." The funny thing is that Budd's mother is Chinese. (So much for purity.) Budd said he didn't know what to do and wanted my advice. Now if we were in the streets my advice would be this... Run up on the nigga in broad daylight and blow his face out! Works even better if his wife, friends and kids are their to witness it. Unfortunately, Budd is a bird. Budd doesn't have a single cell of violence in his entire body. Budd was quick to remind me that we are not on the streets and he needed advice on what to do while locked up. My advice to him was this... wait until lunch and go to the chow hall with your "bone crusher" in hand. Walk right up to the section where all the Aryans eat at, find your victim and blow his face out! And for good measure blow the face out of the AB sitting to his right and the one to his left. Budd wanted no part of any
violence. I learned an interesting fact about Budd today. Budd has never had a fight in his life. Ever! The only chance Budd has of escaping the clutches of the ABs is to either go with another gang, go with a religious group or go crazy. As Budd left my cell frustrated I pictured him sitting at chow tomorrow with the Nation Of Islam brothers.

56) CHUBB, "Only idiots eat for taste."

Today is my ninth day on this "caveman diet" and I feel different... 

For starters, when I woke up this morning my dick was rock hard! I'm not talking about that normal morning wood. It felt like my dick was replaced by a steel beam. I honestly felt like I could hammer a nail through diamond using my dick. A great side effect, but it does nothing for me in here. Even after I pissed my dick was like, "Uh-uh, nigga! It's gonna take more than a piss to make me me chill out." So I put up a blanket over my door and jacked off. 


Another thing I noticed is that my shit floats now. It use to just lay at the bottom of the bowl, but not anymore. I haven't had any sugar, butter, salt, dairy, caffeine, carbs, or red meat and I feel great! For breakfast I have about 4-6 pieces of fruit. Usually banana's, oranges, grapefruit or apples. For lunch, I take two cans of sardines, or mackerel to the chow hall with me and get my fill of veggies. Usually raw broccoli, raw carrots or a salad if the salad bar is cracking. For dinner it's the same two cans of fish and a mixture of fruits and veggies.

I think Chubb might be onto something here. He says when he gets out he's gonna package it and sell it for $19.95 to the world. 

My weight 9 days ago was 244 pounds. Today I weighed in at..... drum roll please.... 236 pounds. Chubb says at 14 days I should start adding light weights to the program. Now I have to find somebody to workout with. 10 pack abs here I come!

NOTE: In 2005 I found out that Chubb was killed after being released from Lompoc. He was shot dead right in front of the halfway house he was living at.
R.I.P. CHUBB....