tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572663520590632432012-01-28T02:08:19.622-08:00Ten 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.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-29146272120045398352025-01-01T18:18:00.000-08:002011-06-29T01:21:18.201-07:00

My name is Michael Emanuel, and in the year of 1995 I was sentenced by a jury of "my peers" to ten years in a federal penitentiary. After being charged with distribution of cocain my life came to a screeching halt. A decade is such a huge chunk of a persons life I literally couldn't phantom completing my sentence. Upon my arrival to the pen I decided to keep me a journal of the events I witnessed

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Something serious must have happened on the yard today. The guards are releasing a bunch of us from the hole early to make room for the, "newly in trouble inmates." A guard came by my cell right after they served breakfast and told me to, "pack it up!" At first I thought the nigga was fucking with me. Maybe Officer Yellow sent him to fuck with my head, but as a listened more closely I could here

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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." (No homo.

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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'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,

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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

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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

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 It's a Bay Area thing.  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

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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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Shi Boogie hates the Beatles. Shi Boogie, AKA Shi Doo-Doo was a bank robber. From what I hear his crew was one of the best from Brooklyn. My day started off pretty good. I had just finished making myself a cup of coffee and went to the laundry room to wash a couple of loads. Every washer was empty. That's the equivalent of getting a parking space right at the front gate of Disney World... Sure

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My balls itch really bad! I've come down with a serious case of crotch rot. It feels like my nuts have been replaced by two beehives. I can't stop scratching them. I went to sick call this morning and told the Doc what was up. He said I have a serious case of jock itch. He prescribed some sort of cream that is suppose to clear it up in about a week. He said it's a fungus that I probably got from

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I watched a guy leave Killer-K to go home today. Seven years in here and he's making it out in one piece. I envy him. Needles is the next to leave and mother fuckers in the unit are upset. He is the best tattoo artist in the pen. I like the kid a lot. He's white, about 5 foot five and he keeps his hair long. Long hair in the pen is not really a good idea, because you're just giving the booty

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I was born addicted to heroin. My mother is a junkie. As a child I prayed my mother would die. Not because I hated her I just hated seeing what this drug was doing to her. In my young years I was shuttled back and forth between my mother, Zenee and my grandmother, Thesia. I dreaded leaving my grandmother to go back to my mother. Once, when I was six my mother left me and my 3 year old brother

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Spiritual is from the future. At least that is what he believes. Spiritual stands about 5 foot 8 and weighs less than a 135 pounds. He is the color of Cinnamon and has buck teeth. He arrived to Killer-K from the hole this morning. I've seen Spiritual many times in the yard. He is always carrying a Bible and preaching of the end of days. He's not a very popular dude. I actually sat in the yard and

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C Rat got caught jacking off in his cell again today. I realize niggas have needs, but this mother fucker chokes the chicken about 5 times a day. First off C Rat has priors for whipping his dick out whenever a female guard comes by his cell. At first I thought it funny, but then I got to thinking that maybe the nigga has some kind of mental problem. I've always been under the assumption that

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I use the word "nigga" a lot. I mean a whole lot! If I see Budd in the morning I usually say, "What up my nigga?" If I feel a person is pulling my leg about something I'll usually call him on it by saying, "Nigga please!" If a person looks out for me in any way, let's say by sliding me a free joint, I'll usually hit him with a, "My nigga!" If I see someone I fuck with (No Homo) doing something

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In my whole life I've only told two women, "I love you." Budd asked me something today that intrigued me. He asked, "If it was only you and one other women left in the world, Would you want it to be a women that loved you, but you didn't love her, or a women you loved that didn't love you?"...Sherri M. Morales (AKA SMOOCH) was the love of my life. I say WAS, because no women is gonna wait ten

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Today I changed the channel on the TV for the first time. I know it seems like no big thing, but I've heard stories of niggas getting killed for changing the channel. It was a little after 7am, most of the inmates were in the yard, working or still in their cells. The thing with the TV is that all niggas ever want to watch is videos. I like music videos, but damn a nigga would like to watch the

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Eric fell for the trap, hook line and sinker. Ben told Eric he needed the money from the weed he sold. Now Ben and I both know that Jason, the kid who owes Eric the money can't pay. Why?... Because I just hit Jason up for $300. Now if Jason just payed me $300 ain't no way in hell he got $70 to pay Eric. Ben told Eric, "Get the money or get the nigga Jason off the yard". The first couple of days

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Today started off crazy. As soon as the cell doors opened Fraction and I were up. It's just something about the sound of a cell door opening that snaps you awake immediately. Fraction was taking a piss and I was was sitting up on my bunk with my feet hanging off the bed when it happened. The first thing I heard was arguing. Loud arguing! I looked at Fraction, Fraction looked at me and we both

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I got a letter from Barb today. The baby is doing good. I feel fucked up, because there is nothing I can do for the kid. I don't know how single mothers do it.Me and Fraction are kind of beefing. The nigga eats raw garlic three times a day to fight infection. Now I ain't tripping on the fact that a nigga trying to get his healthy on, but damn! The smell emanates through his skin. The cell smell

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A big ass nigga from another unit approached me today. I ain't know this nigga from Adam, but he said Eric owed him some money. Time to put on my "Johnny The Homicidal Maniac" face. "What the fuck that gotta do with me," I said. Eric told this nigga that I hit him for his stash while we were on the bricks and that the only way he could pay is if somebody made me pay. Now I'm no small dude. I'm 6

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It ain't even been a week and I've made close to a grand. Gold T turned me on to a white boy that wanted to sell his gold chain for a small package. I checked it out and decided to cop it. I gave the kid less than $15.00 worth of dope for it. He thinks I'm shorting him and I am, but where Else is he going to go? --------------------------------- Another fight broke out today in the TV room. I

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-61075272355558502582008-03-04T17:39:00.000-08:002011-06-29T01:50:08.029-07:00

My new cellies name is Fraction. I thought it was the nigga's street name, but come to find out it's his government. Snipe moved into the cell right next door with another Crip named Killer Boom. Snipe told me it was nothing personal, just politics. He introduced me to Boom. I said, "what up Son." Boom says, "What up homie." We both looked at each other and started laughing. --------------------

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They released me from the hole today. All charges were dropped. Bud was the first person to greet me back at the unit. He had the stupidest smile on his face. I think the kid actually missed me. As it turns out, during the fight that broke out on my way to the hole Bud stole the jug of pruno while the guard was distracted. Bud is the last person in the world that I thought I'd be in debt to. It

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Today they took me out of my cell to officially charge me. When I got down to the Captain's office, Dully, the guard that found the Pruno was seated in the room with him. Immediately I could tell something was not right. The Captain asked me if I knew what I was in the hole for. It was the way he said it... As if he wasn't sure why I was here. Fuck it, I know how to play the game. I told the Cap

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Three days ago I was sent to the "hole." Rob bought a batch of pruno and left it in the room without telling me. I was grabbing a pack of smokes from my locker when a guard came in and told he was shaking my room down. Basically, what he meant was, "get the fuck out nigger." Cool, whatever... I went back next door to finish spanking Budd's ass in Risk (No Homo.) As soon as I rolled the dice I

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I haven't written it a while, since they freed us from the lock down. The lock down lasted damn near a whole month. The person they charged with killing the guard was named Green. Word on the yard was that the nigga only had a couple of of years left to serve. --------------------------------------------------- I think I ran into Eric today. I'm not really sure but it looked liked him. I stuck

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They have started letting us out of our cells to go to the chow hall today. One unit at a time, one tier at a time. They have added metal detectors to each unit now. The meal today was baked fish. I overheard a guard saying that we would be let off lock down in the next few days. I hope he's right. When Rob and I got back to the cell all of our property was out of place. I guess the guards

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Mathematics has weed...The guards let one inmate out three times a day to clean up the unit. You're probably thinking, why does the unit have to be cleaned up if we are on lockdown? After the guards deliver each meal most of the inmates just throw the trash out of their cell onto the tier floor. That's a lot of trash. The person they picked today to clean up was Squally. I like Squally. He's a

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-58941629840149419462008-02-05T17:59:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:54:18.537-07:00

Smiles,So intoxicating,Addictive and contagious,I have tested positive,My newborn is responsible,He has infected me.

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Got out the cell for about ten minutes today. The goon squad started cell shakedowns early this morning. When Rob and I returned to our cell it had been turned upside down. It seems as if the guards decided to open our lockers and dump all of the contents out. They also confiscated 15 books of stamps from Rob. Apparently we are only allowed a max of five books per person. I know Rob is pissed

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My cell door opened early this morning. Rob and I were up immediately. Rob walked to the cell door and said that only our cell was open. The guards called my name loudly, before they even made it to my cell. I'm thinking it's about the guard that got killed. Hell, they have cameras all over the prison. I'm sure those camera caught me witnessing the whole incident. Two guards came to my cell and

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-63844672989733712082008-02-02T18:03:00.000-08:002009-06-19T07:32:24.156-07:00

I woke up screaming tonight. I think I scared the shit outta Rob. I can't remember the dream, but it was about the dead guard. I can't get that image out of my mind. __________Decided to start another book today. I've read six books already. The only books left in my cell are 3 graphic novels called, "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac."Okay, this is some shick shit! This is one of the most twisted and

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-39255761220366678172008-02-01T17:36:00.000-08:002008-07-19T14:28:48.069-07:00

A shower never felt so good. Me and Rob were the only ones in the shower, because they are only letting one cell out at a time. There is a shower on each floor. Each shower consist of four stalls. I chose the first stall, Rob took the forth. Trust and believe a nigga wants that buffer zone.In every prison movie they always show a mother fucker drop the soap. My clumsy ass dropped the soap twice.

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Were getting showers today. The guards are starting on the first tier and making their way up to the third. At this rate they will probably get to me around 1pm. This lockdown shit sucks! Big Rob is working out this morning. He's doing dips, push-ups and crunches. The cell is starting to smell funky. I wish there was a way to get frozen for ten years and then wake up on my release date. I can't

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-26713439707018713902008-01-13T17:24:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:51:27.711-07:00

I told Big Rob about the Nia Long, Anti-Christ, Wu-Tang dream. He said, "If Nia Long offered you some of that coochie, your young ass couldn't handle it." I wanted to say, "That's not what your momma said!" What I actually said was, "Whatever nigga!" How is a mother fucker gonna hate on the next man's dreams. We talking a mother fucking dream! Damn, that's all a nigga got up in this shit hole."

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-64791347719645077212008-01-12T18:11:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:51:05.004-07:00

Last night I met the Anti-Christ at a Wu-tang concert. My date was Nia Long... Yeah, the actress. We didn't even have to wait in line. She had back stage passes. (So did the Anti-Christ)The concert was mad ill! At the after party I knocked out about four imported beers. (The ones in the green bottle) It was jive cool rubbing shoulders with all the stars that were there. Nia disappeared for about

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-22118328552273991122008-01-11T18:02:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:50:45.397-07:00

This book, 'The Stand' Is crazy! I'm loving it. It's about this killer virus that kills off most of the earths population. The remaining people have to fight to survive in this new world. Most of the people are having visions of an old black women or some crazy ass cracker. The black women seems to be an agent of good and the cracker seems to be pure evil. I know this would make a good movie.The

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I didn't get back to my cell until after 10pm. Big Rob wanted to know what had cracked off. I told him everything I had witnessed. The goon squad escorted all the inmates back to their units, but they made us go through the emergency fire doors. I guess they didn't want us to see all the blood in the hall. I told Rob how I saw a female guard run away from the melee. He just laughed and said I

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-68677986721805384572008-01-09T15:35:00.000-08:002011-01-26T06:45:49.989-08:00

"What up nigga?" That's how I greeted Gold T. The smile he gave me was huge. My boy was glad to see me, even under these circumstances. We gave each other one of those "Player-Player" hugs and started talking right there in the hall. Now, even though Gold T and I were facing each other I could tell by his expression that something had jumped off behind me. I turned, looked and froze...Blood.

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-60111208692088026472008-01-08T17:27:00.000-08:002009-06-18T09:31:24.279-07:00

Went to the yard today. The yard is fucking huge! On the real... A nigga was kind of nervous. Don't get it twisted though, your boy ain't no sucker. You just start thinking about all those penitentiary flicks you seen as a kid, and in all those flicks, when the shit jumped off it was always in the yard or the chow hall. The real reason I went to the yard is because I needed some fresh air. The

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-62806499378550480252008-01-07T17:25:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:49:23.865-07:00

A Flatbush cat and a Cali nigga tripped out on each other today. They world premiered Biggie's new video today. Hands down it's the hottest shit out... PERIOD! My man Universal was on that Brooklyn shit for real. To me it seemed as if Universal was trying to taunt the Cali niggas that was in the unit. I mean, don't get it twisted, that Brooklyn bull shit I'm on it too, but we out here in these

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-42352257465774369392008-01-06T17:48:00.000-08:002009-06-18T09:27:53.571-07:00

Got a celli today. They tried to put a Mexican in the cell with me at first. I wasn't really trippin, but my old head, Randy schooled me real quick. Races don't mix up in this spot. Apparently the Mexican's homies must have took him to the side also, because he ain't even unpack his shit. He ended up moving downstairs to the flats with another Mexican.__________The unit manager let me use the

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Just my luck... Bud is in the cell right next to me. As soon as I walked in the cell the weight of the situation hit me. The room consisted of a bunk bed, and a toilet/ sink combo. The floors are cold concrete. The only positive thing is the fact that I don't have a cell-mate yet, so I have my choice of the top or bottom bunk. I chose the top because the mattress was a little thicker and the air

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-77886847135831686702008-01-04T18:00:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:46:39.169-07:00

Getting processed in was time consuming. They took my clothes and shoes and issued me prison garb. Brown khaki pants with matching shirts, three pair of boxers and three tee shirts. I was also issued bedding which consisted of two sheets, a pillow and one blanket. I wrapped it all up in the blanket and followed the guard to the unit that would house me. I was hoping that crazy fucker Bud would go

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-53239313094079596222008-01-03T17:54:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:46:16.943-07:00

His name is Robert Bud. He told me to just call him Bud. This has got to be the nerdiest dude I've ever seen in my life. He's bi-racial, Asian and white with blotchy skin. His hair is in desperate need of a wash. We were in the holding cell waiting to get processed in. I sat with my back to the wall as he paced the floor nervously. He kept asking me if I thought he would need a knife. How the

Mike Hypehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05071002854148352005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-557266352059063243.post-71498752006354831642008-01-02T18:04:00.000-08:002008-07-19T13:39:26.006-07:00

The plane ride to California depressed the shit out of me. I realized then that it would be ten years before I flew in a plane again. Shit, it would be ten years before I do anything I truly enjoy again.After the plane landed we were hustled onto a fortified bus. With chains attached to my wrist, waist and ankles I couldn't help but think about the mini-series, "ROOTS." There were so many black

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