tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572663520590632432009-11-12T07:04:29.364-08:00Ten years in a high security federal prison is hard time. Either it makes you a monster, or it breaks you down like a shotgun. Here is my personal, unedited journal of what I've witnessed.Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-83738804798963483352009-06-15T07:21:00.000-07:002009-06-15T09:57:25.616-07:00

Thesia has got to be one of the most down bitches to ever walk the Earth's surface. Thesia is my grandmother. Mother of my mother and one down bitch. I received a letter from her today and it really lifted my spirits. She touched on a few subjects, but basically she was telling me to not let this prison stint break me. Instead of ending the letter with a formal personal script, she ended the

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There's a cricket in my cell... Maybe it's in the wall. It won't stop chirping and the mother fucker is driving me crazy. I can't even pinpoint where exactly the mother fucker is at. When the shift changes I'm gonna flood my cell with the water from the toilet. That should flush it out... Get it?... Flush it out. I'm tripping... I mean I'm really tripping!A couple of hours ago I could have sworn

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I hope someday someone gets to read this. Especially my future nieces and nephews. I don't want anyone telling them who, or what I was. This will be my testament.-------------------------------------------------This is my sixth day in the hole and I still haven't seen a doctor. I can barely open my mouth and my jaw hurts like a mother fucker. Two days ago I ripped my bed sheet and made this... "

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Destruction to government property. That's what they charged me with. Does this mean I belong to the DOC? Am I really just a piece of property? Is this 1996 or 1806? It took 2 days before I saw the disciplinary board. I know they know Delaware and I had a fight, but they can't prove it. They first thing they hit me with was the, "Delaware already came clean. Now if you want to make it easier on

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The guards took Budd to the hole last night after lockdown. It had to be late because I was up until almost 2:am reading Toni Morrison's "BELOVED." (This book was so scary to me it ain't funny! I kept hearing shit all night long.) His cellie told me Budd just started trippin out in the middle of the night. Grabbing at shit that wasn't there, making bird noises and pulling his hair out. I knew my

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17 damn days on Chubb's fucking diet. Why the hell did I give that nigga my word that I'd stick with it? I weighed myself this morning and I'm down to 229 pounds. (Actually the scale wouldn't make up it's mind. It teetered between 229 and 230 so I rounded down.)Officer Thatch (Not his real name) has been acting really funny around me for the last couple of days. "Funny" as in "nice." I'm not the

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I've been sentenced to 10 years in this hell hole. 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 homegirl, Peanut today, because I felt a little down. She tried to keep my

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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 the a couple of dudes from the Aryan Brotherhood have been pressing Budd about "socializing with niggers." The funny thing is Budd is half white half Chinese. (So much for purity.) Budd

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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 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, "

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"Eat a nigga food!" If you hear these words, 9 times out of 10 a fight will kick off. After the Bitches Love Me incident, The first words Gold T said to me were, "I heard you ate a nigga's food." Basically what it means is doing bodily harm to a person. One of the worst things that can happen in prison is to have someone take something from you and you do nothing about it. If they take something

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Shit is finally starting to get back to normal. Chubb came by my cell today. He wanted to know why I haven't been doing my walking. I gave him some bullshit story about me "laying low." Chubb wanted to hear none of it. Basically what Chubb told me was that if I wanted his help to get my self in shape we were going to have to enter into a verbal agreement. I did want his help, so I said okay. Here

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I met Rick in the library this evening. I'm a little pissed, because I missed The Steve Harvey Show. When I walked into the library I heard somebody yell out for me. It was Rick. Slim dude, brown skinned, average height...average everything. For a moment I was stunned. I couldn't believe that this man standing before me was one of America's most notorious drug dealers. I introduced myself and we

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It's been 2 days since the Bitches Love Me incident and I've noticed that Budd has been avoiding me. The good news is that Killer Boom Said I'm straight and not to worry. Word came back that Bitches Love Me was a federal informant. That's like a free pass to punish a mother fucker up in here. There is nothing lower than a informant other than a cho-mo and it's open season on all of them. The bad

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People are looking at me differently now. Truth be told, I'm ashamed at what I did to Bitches Love Me. I'm horrified at what this place is making me become, but I refuse to be a victim to anyone. The good news is that we were only locked down for the remainder of the day and not one person in the unit that witnessed "IT" said a word. For all of our differences, Black, White, Mexican and other we

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Me and Bitches Love Me (yeah that's his name) got into beef today. I was hooking my afternoon meal up, getting ready for "The Young And The Restless" when the nigga tripped out on me. I was warming up a Cup of Soup when Bitches Love Me approached me bugging out. His beef? He said that he had his food on top of the microwave and that his shit was next to go in. I told him him his shit was sitting

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Last week I decided that I needed to lose a few pounds. My black ass is fat! The real reason I want to get my "healthy on" is because image is everything in the pen. There was a fight in the chapel Monday. A young black kid got his ass kicked bad. After the guards came they made every inmate in the chapel remove their shirts. (They were looking for cuts, scratches or bruises.) I got a real good

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The feds returned Doc back to Lompoc today. Doc is about 50 years old, but could pass for his early 40's. He's got wavy hair cut short with just a splash of grey. He's about 5 foot 10 with a muscular build. (Good black don't crack.) Doc was convicted of 5 counts of bank robbery in the 70's and was released to the outside world late 1995 after serving close to 25 years. (I'll say it again, 10

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ME, MY BROTHER AND BABY SISTER 2007 SCHOOL DAYS PRISON YARD 2004 MY MOTHER ZENEE AND I @1972 SOME CALI NIGGAS I USE TO DO BUSINESS WITH @1993 ME & GRANDMA, 9 MONTHS B4 MY RELEASE NATIVITY ST. PETER CLAVER, 4TH GRADE. TOOTLESS MIKE @1974 MY AUNT COOKIE AND I @1969 AUNT SADI'S HOUSE EATING CEREAL BIKE PIC, SUMMER OF 82. ME AND MY MAIN MAN,BB CHILLIN AT BOOLA'S CRIB @83 MY BABY SIS RAYNA AND MY

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By 10:30 am I was high as a kite. I decided to just chill in the unit until the acid wore off, but the effects were fucking with big time. Every time a person spoke to me I saw musical notes coming out of their mouth. I kept smelling Smooch's perfume and there was a loud ticking noise that only I could hear. I couldn't come down off of the high for shit! I went back to Budd's cell and we decided

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Friday night I gave Budd 2 hits of acid. We promised to take them first thing Saturday morning, before breakfast. Budd took his first hit about a half hour before me. I took mine while watching cartoons and waiting for the guard to call, chow. An hour later and I still wasn't feeling a thing. Fuck it! I took another hit. I went to check on Budd and I knew that nigga was on his journey. Budd was

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As I kid I was all for the death penalty. Growing up in Brooklyn the death penalty was no concern of the courts. If someone fucked with your people you took matters into your own hands... Judge and jury, no stay of execution. All of my views on the death penalty changed the summer of 1984. A few weeks before school let out for summer vacation, my favorite cousin blew trial and got hit with a 5

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(Budd)"Would you drink a glass of spit, if they let you out of jail today?"(Me) "My spit, or someone Else's?"(Budd)"Your own spit."(Me) "How much spit are we talking? And is it regular spit or loogies?"(Budd) "8oz glass of regular spit, but if you throw up it won't count."(Me) "I'm about to throw up right now. I'd probably have to pass. I don't do spit well."(Budd) "Would you lose one eye, if

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Yesterday someone sent me a book in the mail. It was John Grisham's, "The Chamber." The odd thing about the book was the large package with the fake return address. 39 Madison street, Brooklyn, New York. 39 Madison burned down to the ground when I was about 14 years old and has been abandoned ever since. The senders name was, Dica. No last name just Dica. I have never met a Dica in my entire life

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Freak is better than me at Scrabble. Not just better, this nigga is a monster! He beats me on average by a 120 points. Now I consider myself a pretty smart guy, book as well as street wise, but Freak's vocabulary is incredible. I find myself constantly challenging his words, but they are always there. The funny thing about Freak, other than his name is his hair. The nigga wears a perm. Not just a

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Needles left today. He said he couldn't sleep at all last night. I'm happy for him yet I'm still sad. All of his Earthly belongings fitted in one small paper bag. All those years spent here and his whole life fits inside a paper bag? Everyone was scrambling to get the shit he wasn't taken with him. All I wanted was his jock itch cream. My nuts still itch. Believe it or not that mother fucker

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