June 15th 2009
My day was outrageous today. At the moment I find myself in Eastern Correctional Facility. I woke up, went to work in the hospital; I’m a dental assistant. I have to make sure that all the tools are clean and I have to keep everything in order. If I was to write about everything that goes on in this place I would be able to create a movie! Everyone is retarded and incompetent. Obviously, they are only capable of working in a prison. Asking Mr. Pig Nose to write me a pass to the yard, he answered and I broke out towards the yard. I had my commissary list in my pocket and headed outside. While rushing to the phone, I scoped out the place, eyeing all the little groups from, the fake-ass thugs, to the half-ass wannabees, to the real gangsters, and the group of gays in the corner- no disrespect. As I picked up the phone to dial; L.R. walked by mad at the world because of some pansy scheme that just acquired. Someone went into several prisoners accounts and stole all their money. Some fake-ass Madoff!
As I finished dialing my wife’s number, the computer said, “This system is not on yet.” I hung up the phone and walked over to my boy Montro. “Montro what’s good!”
“Nothing much Johan, I feel like going up to those fake-ass dudes over there and punching all of them in the mouth! All they want to do is gossip about the next man!”
“Listen Mo, I try not to think about these fagots. Give me one second, let me check and see if the phone jack is on.”
I walked back to the phone and dialed.
Operator, “One moment please. You have a collect call from a gangster in a New York State Correctional Facility, will you accept?”
“Yes,” my princess Roxy answered.
“Hello, what’s up baby?”
“Nothing much, just working right now,” she answered.
“Baby can you please do me a favor and call Eduardo Jr. so we can get these websites going?”
“I can’t right now, I’m too busy with work. Call me later.”
“Alright, I love you to death!”
I hung up the phone and walked back to Montro. By this time he spoke about baseball, how my Yankee’s can’t beat Boston anymore! I said I didn’t care because their still the best, win or lose!
The loud speaker goes off. “Attention prisoners, commisa….” You could hear Mr. Pig Nose slobbering on the mic as he stuttered. His words got back intact and he said, “Commissary going out!” After all, you just need a G.E.D to work in these dumps!
“Mo, I gotta go.”
On the way I see John, good kid. “Hey John, good thing we’re going in together, that way I can give you all the cigarettes for the skulls that you drew for me for my new clothing line.” Coming soon!!! These are no punk ass skulls either. They had to go through the system before getting out to you guys in the streets.
As we passed some check points and metal detectors, we arrived in commissary. Another place that’s totally comic. I get there and they call, “Garcia.” I walked over, grabbed the smokes and gave them to John. After that I walked over to this 83 year old Italian C.O named Paulie.
“Hey what’s up Johan.”
“Chillin, old man.”
“Let me see your I.D.”
“For what Paulie, you know me.”
“Let me see your I.D. Two C.O.’s are looking at us right now.”
Paulie’s making a scene. I go into my pocket and hand it to him. He looks at it for a moment, and I’m thinking he’s going to say I look different or whatever because I had a low-cut cesar but he jokingly says out loud for the other C.O.’s to hear, “This is the one! It was him!” The cops all start looking around thinking that I did something.
I act like I’m gonna choke him, but lightly you know I don’t want to catch another body. So boom, I take my I.D. back and Mr. Pig Face calls “Go Back.” I walked off with John, talking about the clothing line. As I arrived to the block where I lock down at, I hear, “Johan, Johan!” I looked back and it was Junior. “What’s good?” I asked him.
With his glasses looking kind of sophisticated, he said, “Come outside.”
“Ah man. Na.”
“Come on, come on, let’s go!”
“Alright, fuck it.”
While walking to the yard, he says, “I had to talk to you. One of my boys just got locked up for killing a girl in the hood! It came out in the news last night. Did you hear about it?”
“Na man, I was writing for my blog.”
He says, “Yeah man, that’s my boy. That bitch!”
“Hey, hey, hey, take it easy Junior! I don’t speak about women like that!”
As we entered the yard, we sat in the bleachers and I started to school him. “Son, you’re a kid, 21 years old. You must change your mind set! Start thinking positive. Get your G.E.D, and start building from there!”
He looked and me and said, “Hell no! Fuck that! I’m already thinking about quitting school. I’m stressed out. That was my man. I would’ve killed the bitch too! It’s good that I’m in jail because the same thing could’ve happened with me. I shot my baby momma but the charges were dropped.”
So I tell him, “Once you get out, your coming back to prison kid! And in the worst way! Women weren’t placed on this earth to be mistreated in any level. If it doesn’t work, all you do is find another one!”
“Fuck that,” he answered. “Some bitches deserve that!”
I looked at him and said, “The only way a person deserves to die is if they try to take your life! Other than that, nobody deserves death!”
Mr. Pig Nose called ‘yard closed’ so we walked back to the block but I could see that Junior was mad. He couldn’t do anything about it though because he knew that I would fuck’em up.
After the count was over, I went back to work. Once I finished, I headed for the yard again and the first person I saw was Junior. I looked at him and said, “Let’s play basketball.”
So he said some slick shit like, “You’re a bum.”
I said, “What!”
So he tries to joke and says, “You need Q-tips or something?”
I said, “Oh word! I’m gonna make you respect me! Come play ball with me, I’ll bust your ass!”
That caught his vain and he said, “Okay, let’s go.”
We played a 21 by 1’s and I beat him 21-4. While we played I talked reckless to him. “I’m a real Dyckman Gangster! You better call the hood and ask about me! We don’t hurt girls!” In the mean time I’m banging my body hard into him; playing a big man game!
I was pretty sure after that game, Junior was gonna go back to his cell and stay there and not come out for the rest of the night!
It was killing me, I had to blog about this because he grew up in my hood, a place that I know like the back of my hands, and to witness how the mind set of these young cartel kids have changed is crazy. The morals, self respect, they got it twisted. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to help him mentally because I might not be here long, but in the mean time I’ll stay on him. Kids like that scare me because I have a wife, a sister, cousins and friends, and that’s what’s out there.
As I got ready for late yard at 6:30, officer Pig Nose with his bold head said, “Garcia, you have certified mail.” It was my book, “Heightened Chaos.” My wife had just finished the final draft. So I signed off on it and walked back to the block. Immediately I started to read it. Amazed on how solid it came out. I was only able to read about a few pages and placed it in the cell. As I walked to the yard I thought, “Wow, this book is a classic!” Everything came out exactly how I wanted. I didn’t want it to be all ghetto and shit. It’s well written and fascinating to read!
When I approached the yard, all the pigs had a black dude on hold! As he started to get all crazy they threw him on the ground, using force to cuff him. Eventually they cuffed him and took him straight to the box. The spot was hot and I headed over to the armory to buy some chocolate. I’m addicted to it! Scientists say that it stimulates the mind. If it does, then that’s my drug! Taking a spin, I noticed two Dominicans from Uptown. They flagged me down to sit with them on the bench. Once I got there, they spoke about different topics. For some reason, Junior’s friend’s case came up. “Yo, that’s fucked up. Such a pretty girl! Those kids are bugging out there!”
So I said, “You know what the problem is; that the kids growing up within these drug cartels, whether coming from a drug family or not, the older cat’s are not schooling them. They have no sense of direction. And the dudes that we grow up under are dead, or in jail. Growing up as a kid, the older gangsters taught me, if a relationship ain’t working with a female, get yourself another one, but don’t harm her! That’s some bullshit with a capital B! Now, if my life is in danger or whatever the case may be, that’s a different story. For the roses to get to your home, I’m pretty sure you would much rather it get to the others home. Right?”
Needless to say, both dudes agreed with me because they were taught similar principals as myself.
Junior stayed in his cell just as I predicted, all banged up from the basketball game! By 9:20 the yard was shutdown, and I came back to the cell and started reading the final draft of my book, Heightened Chaos, which I would love to talk about but I don’t want to give the story away! –Coming soon!
It’s amazing; I got the best of both worlds. My Uncle was a Kingpin, and my neighborhood had all levels of dudes running the cartels. As a teenage kid standing in front of the building, trucks would pull up, unloading thousands of keys while one dude would be standing in the corner with a fucking bazooka. How the fuck are you gonna have a bazooka in the hood. That’s crazy!
As a kid around these activities I had no other choice but to participate. One day I was playing stickball with Manny A.K.A fat Titis, and a dude that was distributing kilos and making millions got smacked in the face by another dude. He then pulled out a gun and “Pow!” Then he left the block for a few days. The cops arrived and asked us who did it. We had to cover up for him or whoever. I had family in the area. What was I gonna say; it was him, when that whole crew was an organization who’s hands extend all the way to Columbia! Where the top bosses of the cartels could send a couple of rednecks that would give us Columbian neck ties! Automatically you must become a part of such activities. That’s why most of the time our parents had to imprison us in those apartments because it could’ve got out of control any given day!
Well it’s about 10:00 p.m., lights out so I’m calling it a night. More to come!
