Post by chrisxcrime on May 21, 2006 13:25:54 GMT -5
Have you ever woken up one day feeling one way, and then having the same feelings the next day? I have been having these recurring days for the past couple days. You are in your cell at the same time each day, and your day starts off at the same time as well. There’s nothing new with my life now, I need to make what I can of it. Sure I can make friends, but what is a friend in a place like this? I wake up each morning and wait until the next day to present itself. Surely talking to someone is going to pass the time, that’s a fact. But sometimes when I get up you realize your surroundings and you know that the day is going to be shitty no matter whom you talk to. For instance, yesterday I woke up and was about to stumble into the bathroom like I’d do in my apartment building. Instead of walking into the bathroom, I walked into my cell door. There’s a difference between knowing of your surroundings before waking up and waking up to find that your surroundings aren’t what they used to be, and that you quickly realize you’re not a free man anymore. So for a moment before stepping out onto the rail, I take a moment to remember how good life used to be, and how the mistakes I’ve made won’t change the present time. So I don’t sob like a lot of the guys in this place, oh no, I hold my head up high, walk to the rail and as the guard passes I send him a nod of respect and wait for a nod back. Unfortunately I haven’t received one yet, but that isn’t going to stop me from doing it.
The mornings are the best time of the day, people aren’t as talkative. They don’t take the time to pass by and leave you pissed off; they are just as tired as the next guy. So this is when I take the time I need to reflect. I know you’re all thinking the same thing right? I say I am not going to let this place control me, and that I won’t become emotionally distressed in any way. When I reflect I don’t reflect about how bad I am having it, I reflect about simple things like how nice the day is or, how peaceful it is in here. Just little things like that, things that could ultimately help you in maintaining a healthy and normal life while captured within these walls.
The noise really begins to pick up around 10 o’clock. This is when everyone has had their breakfast, and is now ready to begin working. I am in charge of the bed sheets during the morning. By 2 I work at the activity stand lending out equipment like basketballs and soccer balls for the inmates to use while on the grounds. It’s a lot easier than most of the jobs in this place. I do this until about 5, and then I am off for the day. It’s not a bad day, I try to stay loyal to my work and do as I am told. I never try to provoke the guards or complain to them. Some of the guard’s are irks anyway, if I did it to the wrong one god knows what they would do to me.
So those are my days basically, without the drama of course. No matter which institute or group you’re in, there is always going to be drama. I try my best to stay away from it all, but since they are beginning to hear about my wrestling privilege, they want to ruin my chances. It’s bad enough I need to worry about becoming a rape victim let alone worry about getting my face kicked in by 8 guys who all want in on what I have. For now most of the guys are just giving me looks, but when the time comes at Collision Course and I return back to the prison with cuts and bruises above my eye, they are going to get suspicious. No one takes a beating like the one I could be in for and isn’t talked about for days on end. This place is worst for gossip than a fucking middle school. “
“Crime, they need you down at the activity stand right away.”
I take a look at the clock on the wall and then head down to the activity stand. Waiting for me there was a guard by the name of Sir. Lang. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and left his shift unbuttoned at the top. He was holding his hat in one hand while he held a letter in the other. When I walked up to him he gave me a smile and then passed me the letter. I looked up at him suspiciously before opening the letter and reading what was revealed inside. It was a letter by the judge himself. In the letter it pointed out that he would allow me to go to PCW’s Collision Course pay-per-view event. I folded the letter back up, placed it neatly in the envelope and handed it back to Sir. Lang. He nodded and turned around in a military fashion and continued on walking until I stopped watching and looked back at the activity stand. I pulled it from the inside the prison to the yard outside. I waited out there for almost the entire day; there were a series of breaks throughout the day. Inmates of different ranks would come out and spend almost an hour out there. Then it hit me that today was a day served to an inmate by the name of Elton Rodgers. Elton spent almost his entire life in prison, and when it was time for him to be released he had no where to go, and so he committed the worst crime of all to do in a prison. He told them no, and when they insisted that he leave, he pulled a pen from the desk and stabbed the warden. It was in the arm, and no eternal damage was done. However this earned him eternal hell and he served the rest of his life in prison. When he died, the inmates went on strike and said they wanted an hour each during the day of Elton’s death. They won, and each inmate from his death on will be grateful on his behalf.
When I had finished my duty, I was led to my room where the day was finally about to end. I placed my head against the brick wall which my bed rested against. I began to count the markings in the wall. However my concentration was broken when I heard a loud pounding on my cell entrance. There stood a light skinned man, cuffed and looking sad. He was rubbing his head front to back, his face was full of sweat and his step was slow and heavy. When the guards got him inside my cell, they freed him of his hand cuffs and left the room; slamming the cell door as they exited. They man took a look at me and walked to his bed. He didn’t say anything, but he knew I was looking at him. Finally after he settled in (settling in would only take 2 minutes, since you don’t have anything to put away.) he looked up at me and in a calm voice said
“So, you are Chris Crime huh? I watch you from time to time, my name is Mike”
It took my awhile before I could say anything, but when I remembered what I wanted to say I replied.
“Yeah, I’m Chris Crime. You watch wrestling you said?”
He rambled on fore awhile now, how he watched wrestling sometimes, but he was more into the UFC and boxing. He told me I was good and he knew everything about my arrangement with the warden and judge. He said that it would be nice to have something to talk about, which got him asking me all kinds of questions about Collision Course. I told him I would answer all of his questions if I just talked about it in my own words. So he sat about against the wall next to his bed, as I directly across from him began to speak.
Chris Crime: Well, to get started I suppose I could talk about my opponents, there are these two utter morons, who I need to face again. I faced them last week in a tag match, we killed them. I knew it was going to happen, I don’t need to worry about them this week. Now, there’s this Atlas guy, who I don’t know anything about. I don’t really have a strategy going in against him. I will just learn all I can about him during the match. Hopefully I will learn quickly since I can’t go over any tapes of him in here. I could try, but there’s only one TV on this floor. If the inmates were forced to watch that shit each week I would get my ass kicked. So now there’s this girl, her name is Jade. Again I don’t know anything about her; I know she’s good from what I have heard from other people. Most say she is going to win this match; I will try my best to not let that happen. It’s unfortunate for me because I have only faced two of these guys, well actually one of them. During the tag match I was subject to one guy, and that was fine. So now since I have talked about my opponents, I will tell you what I feel going into this match. Collision Course is a big deal to me. I am lucky as hell being aloud to wrestle let along leave this place once a week. In a way my life was like a prison, so I this situation I’m in right now isn’t going to put me in any kind of pressure.
I was then suddenly interrupted by Mike.
“How is your life like a prison? I mean that is kind of foolish isn’t it?”
I continued.
Chris Crime: Well no, you see I was in a lot of trouble and sometimes I wouldn’t be able to leave my home. There we hundreds of people after me and there will still be people after me when I get out. I couldn’t go to many restaurants or any of the malls within 50 miles of my hometown. So now that I think about it, this place could potentially have people after me, there are places I can and cannot go and I can’t leave my home. In this case my cell so in many ways this place and my life outside of here is quite the same. I think prison life is possibly a better life than my old one and with my arrangement made my time here will go a lot faster than in many inmates’ perspectives. So I think I have hit the spot on that topic eh?
“Yeah, so continue about the wrestling bit.”
Chris Crime: Ok so like I said Collision Course means so much to me. My gift for wrestling and the gift god gave to me is still giving me quivers. When I go into to Collision Course and I hear the fans chanting my name I will be so pumped up to go that the match will go my way no matter what. I am confident that I will win; I know it sounds cocky and a bit arrogant but what time do I have to not be? I can say that I am scared but what do you think these guys are thinking about going up against a killer? They have a hell of a lot more reasons to be scared about than I do. Plus I don’t really have anything to lose now, so by saying that I can go into each match without fear of getting hurt or losing. So in the saying when you lose something you gain something in return, this well applies to me.
Mike nods his head and tells me that it’s been a long night and he wished to get some sleep now. I tell him the same and watch as he dives into bed. For some reason when he gets inside his sheet I smile. I don’t have an explanation why, I think it’s because I just realized that my time here is going to contain a friend to go along with for the ride. That’s what Mike is, a friend. I didn’t have many friends like him back home, but now that I have someone to talk to and share stories with, life has gotten that more exciting and worth living. So going into Collision Course do I feel ready? Do I have the grit to win and succeed not only in winning but showing the world of my ability? I don’t suppose you would believe me even if I said so right? Well I will leave you with the quote that is significant in the summarization of my life. “In the course of life you will evidently lose something very precious and valuable to ones life, however after each loss you will gain something in return, whether it is a lesson learned, a new goal set or a newfound purpose to live.”
The mornings are the best time of the day, people aren’t as talkative. They don’t take the time to pass by and leave you pissed off; they are just as tired as the next guy. So this is when I take the time I need to reflect. I know you’re all thinking the same thing right? I say I am not going to let this place control me, and that I won’t become emotionally distressed in any way. When I reflect I don’t reflect about how bad I am having it, I reflect about simple things like how nice the day is or, how peaceful it is in here. Just little things like that, things that could ultimately help you in maintaining a healthy and normal life while captured within these walls.
The noise really begins to pick up around 10 o’clock. This is when everyone has had their breakfast, and is now ready to begin working. I am in charge of the bed sheets during the morning. By 2 I work at the activity stand lending out equipment like basketballs and soccer balls for the inmates to use while on the grounds. It’s a lot easier than most of the jobs in this place. I do this until about 5, and then I am off for the day. It’s not a bad day, I try to stay loyal to my work and do as I am told. I never try to provoke the guards or complain to them. Some of the guard’s are irks anyway, if I did it to the wrong one god knows what they would do to me.
So those are my days basically, without the drama of course. No matter which institute or group you’re in, there is always going to be drama. I try my best to stay away from it all, but since they are beginning to hear about my wrestling privilege, they want to ruin my chances. It’s bad enough I need to worry about becoming a rape victim let alone worry about getting my face kicked in by 8 guys who all want in on what I have. For now most of the guys are just giving me looks, but when the time comes at Collision Course and I return back to the prison with cuts and bruises above my eye, they are going to get suspicious. No one takes a beating like the one I could be in for and isn’t talked about for days on end. This place is worst for gossip than a fucking middle school. “
“Crime, they need you down at the activity stand right away.”
I take a look at the clock on the wall and then head down to the activity stand. Waiting for me there was a guard by the name of Sir. Lang. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and left his shift unbuttoned at the top. He was holding his hat in one hand while he held a letter in the other. When I walked up to him he gave me a smile and then passed me the letter. I looked up at him suspiciously before opening the letter and reading what was revealed inside. It was a letter by the judge himself. In the letter it pointed out that he would allow me to go to PCW’s Collision Course pay-per-view event. I folded the letter back up, placed it neatly in the envelope and handed it back to Sir. Lang. He nodded and turned around in a military fashion and continued on walking until I stopped watching and looked back at the activity stand. I pulled it from the inside the prison to the yard outside. I waited out there for almost the entire day; there were a series of breaks throughout the day. Inmates of different ranks would come out and spend almost an hour out there. Then it hit me that today was a day served to an inmate by the name of Elton Rodgers. Elton spent almost his entire life in prison, and when it was time for him to be released he had no where to go, and so he committed the worst crime of all to do in a prison. He told them no, and when they insisted that he leave, he pulled a pen from the desk and stabbed the warden. It was in the arm, and no eternal damage was done. However this earned him eternal hell and he served the rest of his life in prison. When he died, the inmates went on strike and said they wanted an hour each during the day of Elton’s death. They won, and each inmate from his death on will be grateful on his behalf.
When I had finished my duty, I was led to my room where the day was finally about to end. I placed my head against the brick wall which my bed rested against. I began to count the markings in the wall. However my concentration was broken when I heard a loud pounding on my cell entrance. There stood a light skinned man, cuffed and looking sad. He was rubbing his head front to back, his face was full of sweat and his step was slow and heavy. When the guards got him inside my cell, they freed him of his hand cuffs and left the room; slamming the cell door as they exited. They man took a look at me and walked to his bed. He didn’t say anything, but he knew I was looking at him. Finally after he settled in (settling in would only take 2 minutes, since you don’t have anything to put away.) he looked up at me and in a calm voice said
“So, you are Chris Crime huh? I watch you from time to time, my name is Mike”
It took my awhile before I could say anything, but when I remembered what I wanted to say I replied.
“Yeah, I’m Chris Crime. You watch wrestling you said?”
He rambled on fore awhile now, how he watched wrestling sometimes, but he was more into the UFC and boxing. He told me I was good and he knew everything about my arrangement with the warden and judge. He said that it would be nice to have something to talk about, which got him asking me all kinds of questions about Collision Course. I told him I would answer all of his questions if I just talked about it in my own words. So he sat about against the wall next to his bed, as I directly across from him began to speak.
Chris Crime: Well, to get started I suppose I could talk about my opponents, there are these two utter morons, who I need to face again. I faced them last week in a tag match, we killed them. I knew it was going to happen, I don’t need to worry about them this week. Now, there’s this Atlas guy, who I don’t know anything about. I don’t really have a strategy going in against him. I will just learn all I can about him during the match. Hopefully I will learn quickly since I can’t go over any tapes of him in here. I could try, but there’s only one TV on this floor. If the inmates were forced to watch that shit each week I would get my ass kicked. So now there’s this girl, her name is Jade. Again I don’t know anything about her; I know she’s good from what I have heard from other people. Most say she is going to win this match; I will try my best to not let that happen. It’s unfortunate for me because I have only faced two of these guys, well actually one of them. During the tag match I was subject to one guy, and that was fine. So now since I have talked about my opponents, I will tell you what I feel going into this match. Collision Course is a big deal to me. I am lucky as hell being aloud to wrestle let along leave this place once a week. In a way my life was like a prison, so I this situation I’m in right now isn’t going to put me in any kind of pressure.
I was then suddenly interrupted by Mike.
“How is your life like a prison? I mean that is kind of foolish isn’t it?”
I continued.
Chris Crime: Well no, you see I was in a lot of trouble and sometimes I wouldn’t be able to leave my home. There we hundreds of people after me and there will still be people after me when I get out. I couldn’t go to many restaurants or any of the malls within 50 miles of my hometown. So now that I think about it, this place could potentially have people after me, there are places I can and cannot go and I can’t leave my home. In this case my cell so in many ways this place and my life outside of here is quite the same. I think prison life is possibly a better life than my old one and with my arrangement made my time here will go a lot faster than in many inmates’ perspectives. So I think I have hit the spot on that topic eh?
“Yeah, so continue about the wrestling bit.”
Chris Crime: Ok so like I said Collision Course means so much to me. My gift for wrestling and the gift god gave to me is still giving me quivers. When I go into to Collision Course and I hear the fans chanting my name I will be so pumped up to go that the match will go my way no matter what. I am confident that I will win; I know it sounds cocky and a bit arrogant but what time do I have to not be? I can say that I am scared but what do you think these guys are thinking about going up against a killer? They have a hell of a lot more reasons to be scared about than I do. Plus I don’t really have anything to lose now, so by saying that I can go into each match without fear of getting hurt or losing. So in the saying when you lose something you gain something in return, this well applies to me.
Mike nods his head and tells me that it’s been a long night and he wished to get some sleep now. I tell him the same and watch as he dives into bed. For some reason when he gets inside his sheet I smile. I don’t have an explanation why, I think it’s because I just realized that my time here is going to contain a friend to go along with for the ride. That’s what Mike is, a friend. I didn’t have many friends like him back home, but now that I have someone to talk to and share stories with, life has gotten that more exciting and worth living. So going into Collision Course do I feel ready? Do I have the grit to win and succeed not only in winning but showing the world of my ability? I don’t suppose you would believe me even if I said so right? Well I will leave you with the quote that is significant in the summarization of my life. “In the course of life you will evidently lose something very precious and valuable to ones life, however after each loss you will gain something in return, whether it is a lesson learned, a new goal set or a newfound purpose to live.”