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VIOLENCE BLOG #3: DISRESPECT IN HOLDING CELL 6

VIOLENCE BLOG IS OF A SERIES OF STORIES THAT I WILL WRITE DESCRIBING PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND FICTIONAL STORIES OF VIOLENCE AND AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOR. THE OBJECTIVE IS TO PROVIDE SCENARIOS FOR INDIVIDUALS TO CONSIDER AND APPLY TO THEIR RESPECTIVE TRAINING REGIMES.


READER BEWARE: THESE SITUATIONS ARE DESCRIBED IN FULL DETAIL AND CONTAIN PROFANITY AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SEVERE VIOLENCE. THIS CONTENT IS FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY.

I CAN NEITHER CONFIRM NOR DENY THAT THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED. PLEASE READ ON FOR YOU ENTERTAINMENT AND TAKE FROM THE STORY WHAT YOU WILL. IT COULD BE COMPLETE FICTION.


I HAD BEEN GRACIOUSLY "DELIVERED" TO THE COUNTY PRISON BY TWO LOCAL COPS WHO HAD ARRESTED ME HOURS EARLIER. THE REASON FOR THE ARREST DOESN'T REALLY MATTER AT THIS POINT. I HAD BEEN BOOKED ,PROCESSED, PHOTOGRAPHED, AND FINGERPRINTED. I WAS THEN ARRAIGNED IN FRONT OF A JUDGE, LUCKILY GIVEN BAIL, AND TRANSPORTED TO COUNTY JAIL.


I GOT A CHUCKLE WHEN THE LOCAL COP WHO I NEW VERY WELL BY KNOW, TOLD ME THAT I "LOOKED GREAT. YOU SHOULD OPEN UP YOUR OWN GYM." I WAS NOT A HAPPY CAMPER AT THIS POINT AND BUT KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT THE ENTIRE TIME. WHEN I WAS LOCKED IN THE HOLDING CELL WAITING FOR THE JUDGE, I DID A COUPLE HUNDRED LUNGES WHILE HANDCUFFED BEHIND MY BACK.


WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE COUNTY PRISON, I WAS HANDED OFF TO THE CORRECTIONS STAFF. AFTER BEING SEARCHED AGAIN AND PROCESSED I WAS PLACED IN A LARGE HOLDING CELL NUMBERED 6. BAIL WAS ON THE WAY. I WAS NOT UNFAMILIAR WITH THE ENVIRONMENT THAT I WAS FORCED INTO. MY PLAN WAS TO SIT DOWN, KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT, NOT GET INTO ANY SHIT, AND WAIT FOR MY CREW TO BAIL ME OUT. I HAD TALKED TO MY CREW PRIOR TO ARRIVING AT THE PRISON AND I WAS VERY CONFIDENT THAT THIS TIME, I WAS GETTING BAILED OUT FAST.


WHEN I ENTERED INTO HOLDING CELL 6, IT WAS TRASHED. THE YELLOW WALLS AND THE GREY CONCRETE BENCHES WERE STAINED WITH UNKNOWN SUBSTANCES. THE FLOOR WAS COVERED IN TRASH FROM MEALS SERVED OVER THE LAST 24 HOURS. THE STANDARD SILVER TOILET/SINK COMBO WAS LOCATED IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM AND TRASH FILLED THE SINK. THE CELL STUNK HEAVILY OF A MIXTURE OF SWEAT, URINE, AND FECES. IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT THE GUARDS DIDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT CLEANING THE CELL TRASH, LET ALONE REASONABLE DECONTAMINATION. OUT OF A PILE OF TRASH, I RETRIEVED A PLASTIC KNIFE AND SNAPPED OF THE LAST INCH OR SO, CREATING AN ABRUPT ANGULAR POINT WHICH WOULD HOLD UP TO AT LEAST A FEW STABS INTO SOFT TISSUE IF THE NEED AROUSE. I PUT THE SHIV MY RIGHT POCKET.


WHEN I ARRIVED IN HOLDING CELL 6, THERE WAS 4 DUDES IN THERE, A FEW WERE SLEEPING AND A FEW WERE CHILLING BY THE DOOR KEEPING WATCH ON THE GUARDS, OBVIOUSLY ANXIOUS TO BE RELEASED. A FEW OF THIS GUYS WERE GETTING OUT AND A FEW WERE GOING TO BE PROCESSED INTO THE JAIL WHERE THEY WOULD MAKE THERE FIRST STOP AT A QUARANTINE POD.


GUYS CAME AND WENT IN AND OUT OF HOLDING CELL 6 FOR THE NEXT 8 HOURS. THEY WERE MOSTLY CHILL DUDES, MOST OF THEM JUNKIES OR PETTY CROOKS. MANY LAID DOWN AND WENT TO SLEEP AS SOON AS THEY ENTERED. I WAS GLAD THAT AT THE MOMENT, I WASN'T LOCKED INTO A CONCRETE BOX WITH ANY SCHIZOPHRENICS, TWEEKERS, ROWDY DRUNK COLLEGE KIDS, OR DUDES COMING OFF OF DOPE.


THE GUYS THAT WE BEING DISCHARGED FROM THE JAIL WERE ANXIOUS AND EAGERLY HUNG OUT BY THE DOOR AND THE SMALL HORIZONTAL WINDOW THAT LOOKED OUT TO THE GUARD OFFICE. THE GUARDS CAME BY EVERY ONCE AND A WHILE TO ADD OR SUBTRACT A MAN FROM THE CELL. SOMETIME THEY CAME BY WHEN ONE OF MY FELLOW PRISONERS YELLED AT THEM OR WHATEVER. BUT MOSTLY WE ALL JUST SAT QUIET IN THE YELLOW, STINKING FUCKING CELL.


THEY BROUGHT THIS ONE CAT IN. TALL, APPROX 6'3" BLACK GUY WHO WAS STRUNG OUT. HE WAS ALL GITTY AND ACTING LIKE A FOOL BECAUSE HE WAS GETTING OUT (APPARENTLY HE WAS DOWN FOR A MONTH OR SO AND HIS CASE GOT DROPPED). HE TOLD US ALL ABOUT IT AND FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I ENTERED THE CELL, ME AND THE OTHER GUYS MADE EYE CONTACT THAT CLEARLY DISPLAYED THAT WE WERE NOT FOND OF THIS FOOL. MIND YOU, THIS WAS NOT A RACIAL THING. WE WERE IN COUNTY JAIL FOR ONE THING AND THE RACIAL LINES WERE NOT CLEARLY DRAWN AS YOU WOULD SEE IN A STATE OR FEDERAL PENITENTIARY.


I WAS IN HOLDING CELL 6 WITH WHITEBOYS, BLACKS, HISPANICS, YOU NAME IT. IT WAS ALL GOOD TO ME WHO YOU ARE AS LONG AS YOU SHOW ME RESPECT. YOU RESPECT ME, I RESPECT YOU, AND WE GET ON WITH THE PROGRAM. SIMPLE AS THAT.


AFTER A LITTLE WHILE, I STOOD UP AND STOOD BY THE DOOR AND LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW WITH A FEW OTHER HOMIES. THIS TALL BLACK DUDE COMES UP AND STARTS YAPPING AWAY. THE DUDE SEEMED LIKE HE WAS CRANKED OUT ON WHITE OR SOMETHING (MAYBE HE DID HIS WHOLE STASH BECAUSE HE WAS GETTING OUT. MAYBE HE WAS JUST CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER).


HE WAS SAYING SHIT LIKE "I'M GONNA GET SO MUCH HEROIN WHEN I GET OUT AND OD!". HE HAD A CAST ON HIS RIGHT HAND WHERE HE HAD A FRACTURE. HE STARTED WAVING IT AROUND AND MADE GESTURES LIKE HE WAS GOING TO PUT IT IN MY FACE FOR SOME REASON. HE ENCROACHED ON ME CLOSER TO SEE OUT OF THE SMALL WINDOW. I DIDN'T WANT THIS MOTHER FUCKER ANYWHERE NEAR ME. I TOLD HIM SHARPLY WITHOUT TAKING MY GAZE FROM THE WINDOW AND WHAT WAS BEYOND TO "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, BRO." HE APPARENTLY THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY AND BACKED UP A LITTLE BIT AND PUT HIS HANDS UP PLAYFULLY AND ACTED LIKE HE WANTED TO BOX.


WHEN HE TOOK A SMALL STEP FORWARD I REPEATED MYSELF, "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, BRO." I SPOKE IN A EVEN TONE, NOT YELLING. HE THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY AND TRIED TO STICK HIS SMELLY, GRIMY CAST IN MY FACE. HE KNOW HAD MY FULL ATTENTION. I EASILY SWATTED THE CAST ARE DOWN WITH MY LEFT HAND AND PUNCHED MY RIGHT FIST SHARPLY INTO HIS FACE. IT MADE A LOUD , WET CRACKING SOUND. HE DIDN'T FALL DOWN AS HE GRABBED HIS NOSE BUT HE CERTAINLY BACKED UP NEARLY INTO THE WALL BEHIND HIM.


HE LOOKED AT ME ALMOST CONFUSED AND I THOUGHT THAT HE MIGHT TRY TO GO OFF ON ME. I WAS NOW GLARING AT HIM WITH MY HANDS AT MY SIDE BUT BALLED UP IN FISTS IN CASE HE NEEDED SOME MORE. I REMEMBERED MY SHIV IN MY POCKET AND DECIDED TO KEEP IT CONCEALED THERE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS FULLY PREPARED TO GO OFF ON HIM AND IT TOOK SOME SERIOUS RATIONAL CONTROL TO NOT FOLLOW THIS INSTINCT.

HE MEEKLY SAT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR THE REST OF HIS TIME IN THE CELL. THE GUARDS HAD NO IDEA (OR DIDN'T CARE) AND NONE CAME TO THE HOLDING CELL. I KEPT AWARE OF THIS TALL MOTHER FUCKER UNTIL THE GUARDS EVENTUALLY CAME TO RELEASE HIM. I MADE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM REGULARLY TO KEEP HIM IN CHECK AND TO GAUGE HIS INTENT. ALTHOUGH HE APPEARED SOMEWHAT ANGRY, HE ALSO LOOKED SOMEWHAT DESPONDENT AND DISINTERESTED. DESPITE SOME BLOOD ON HIS SHIRT FROM HIS BROKEN NOSE, THE GUARDS DIDN'T SEEM TO NOTICE OR CARE.


BAIL WAS PAID AND I GOT OUT OF HOLDING CELL 6. BUT IT WOULD NOT BE MY LAST VISIT....




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