Post by chrisxcrime on May 22, 2006 12:33:54 GMT -5
The morning alarm sounds and all I can hear are the moans and groans of heavy-eyed inmates and the squeaking sound their beds make as they struggle to get up from them. Today seemed to shine in a different demeanor, I wasn’t sitting alone waiting for the day to begin, no, Mike Lefebvre would be my new companion in the search for a more comfortable stay in this Ear Lake, Ontario prison. Before either one of us realized, the cell door swung open and outside of it stood a guard with a club in hand. He ordered us to get a move on and so we did. We managed to get on the ramp in a little under a minute. But, before we were inches from the ramp, Mike turned back and reached for something under his pillow. I looked back and watched him but I had no idea what he was reaching for. He placed it in his pants pocket and return to me as we stood waiting to be released into the work places. While we stood patiently I continued to look down at his pants pocket with a curious look on my face. He didn’t bother to notice what I was doing. A few minutes passed, I was still looking at his pocket, the guard walked up to us and led us out of the holding (which is that they call the level where the inmates are kept.)
Again I was ordered down to the activity centre. I had no idea why and when I got there I became aware of it. There was a note on the activity stand that had my name written on the revealing side. I opened it up and inside read:
Dear inmate 9023,
I have heard word of your arrangement from the judge Ms. Coulson and quite frankly I am appalled at such behavior going on in my town, so I have ordered a meeting between the two of us and the warden. We are going to get down to a strait punishment for you, and no more wrestling. I suppose I can’t stop you from wrestling and I can’t stop you from wrestling in the future either, but this meeting is going to entail just that. So have a good day inmate 9023, I will be hearing from you.
Mayor
I looked at the letter and no reaction at first. This is what usually happens when I read of things that have to do with me in direct purpose. So when it promptly occurred to me later on in the day I felt furious and asked for a meeting with the warden immediately. They told me that if it wasn’t for the warden’s like in me he wouldn’t allow it. But he walked me to the office and asked the warden. I could see the warden’s face from a crack in the ridge from the door to the wall. He looked bitter and I would only wonder why.
“Ok, he wanted to see you too, right this way” instructed the guard. I followed and he sat me in a light blue bulbous chair. When I sat in it I felt like I was floating and sinking in it at the same time. As the guard closed the door the warden asked me for a drink, “water, or juice?” I asked kindly for a drink of cold water. Moments passed and he returns with a cold glass of purified water. I took a quick sip of the cup to get a taste for the water, it was good. I wanted him to start the meeting to tell me exactly why the mayor was doing this and what he thought about it all. Instead he asked me about my new inmate Mike Lefebvre. I told him that he was interesting and a nice guy non-the less. I kept it direct and tried to move on from question to question so I could get down to the bottom of it. I didn’t have to wait much longer, he came out with it and it caught me kind of weird and I felt my head begin to sweat and get hot. He asked me if I got the letter and I told him that I did and I was livid about it. He asked me a reason, so I gave him one.
“We had a deal made with the judge as I was going to be allowed to wrestling in PCW if my behavior remained high. So I don’t see why this dick needs to get in the way of my wrestling career and our agreement.” I looked back into the eyes of the warden awaiting an answer. He looked back at me and when he looked down to the ground in a cowardly fashion he told me that he tried to persuade the mayor but to no prevail. I took in what he said and asked what he thought about the mayor.
“The mayor’s a purified dick, much like your water there. I have known him since middle school; the man thinks little of all you inmates. He once wanted to have this job, but I knew of his intents to make it a living hell for you guys so I fought against him and won. So I will do whatever I can to stop him from ruining your career. I need you to assure me that you will come up with a good statement to use against the judge. He is going to get a new judge, once from the Vancouver. She is a lot stricter than the one we had last.” I couldn’t believe what I heard, and I let him know about it. A new judge, he told me that it would be the same judge. Well he said and the judge, which told me that I knew this person. I don’t know any fucking judge from Vancouver. I began to feel myself sink deeper and deeper into the chair. I was feeling my wrestling life go down in smoke and I felt a small tear flow down my face. I wiped it away and looked up at the warden who was paying a lot of attention at me.
“Son, I will do my best to get you into wrestling. If it comes down to it I will have a truck load of our soiled bed sheets sent to each city PCW is in. Inside that truck will be carrying some precious cargo, that’ll be you. I am now saying it’s going to work that way, but I know I can probably win this case for you; all you need to do is say the same thing you said at the last trial. I wasn’t there but I heard it was something rather moving.” I didn’t say much more after that, we got talking into baseball and a little hockey. I enjoyed my stay with the warden; he was more than what a typical warden looked like to me. I knew our time was growing thin, and I was inside of his office almost the entire day. So we finished up our discussion and when I began to walk out he called for me. I looked back with my hand on the door, “I will win you that case alright? I don’t want you to worry; I will work hard on it.” I smiled and walked out of the door. In a way I felt that it was a pity assurance but I would go along with it for because I had a newfound respect for the warden.
When the day had ended I felt socially exhausted. I returned to my room to find Mike getting ready to turn in. I walked in and he greeted me immediately. I asked him how he first official day went. He told me it didn’t go to bad, there were a few guys who gave him a hard time but nothing he couldn’t handle. I said that it was good that he didn’t allow any weakness because those are the inmates who really get the worst end of the deal in here. I haven’t been here for long but over the course of one week you are as knowledgeable as the oldest guy in here. You here stories and see shit go down each day. In a place like this there isn’t much to learn so that it why some inmates like to get at the first or second day inmates right away. They don’t know much and they are just trying to make it by. When you have this attitude in your mind during the first day here, if someone tries to give you a hard time you are more likely to snap and get yourself in a shit load of trouble.
So as I lay in my bed I can hear many conversations floating threw the walls. Mike and I didn’t say much this night. He was tired from his first day of work, as was I during my first day. Before I rested my eyes for the final time I asked Mike one final question.
“Mike, I wanted to know this from yesterday but from all of the talking last night I didn’t get a chance”. I allowed him to sit up and when he did I finished.
“What did you do to get in here?” He looked over at me and I was looking for a gloomy response but he answered my question in a very peaceful manner.
“I was committed of raping my cousin’s friend Allison. I didn’t do it but they found enough evidence to pin it on me. They found my hair at the scene, but that was because I walked my cousin to her house the day before and helped Allison with a bruise on her left shin. I didn’t do it, but what can I do now? They are trying to fight it, but I don’t see how I’m getting out of here. Goodnight Chris.” He turned himself around to face the wall and didn’t say another word the whole night. Coincidently I began to feel dreadfully tired when I began to hear the breathing patterns of Mike sleeping. I had been watching him sleep now for about 15 minutes. I turned to the wall on my side of the cell and when I found myself in a comfortable position I closed my eyes.
It wouldn’t be long before the next day sparked into a new one. I would be on my way to the PCW arena. This could potentially be my last and thus my collision course has begun.
Again I was ordered down to the activity centre. I had no idea why and when I got there I became aware of it. There was a note on the activity stand that had my name written on the revealing side. I opened it up and inside read:
Dear inmate 9023,
I have heard word of your arrangement from the judge Ms. Coulson and quite frankly I am appalled at such behavior going on in my town, so I have ordered a meeting between the two of us and the warden. We are going to get down to a strait punishment for you, and no more wrestling. I suppose I can’t stop you from wrestling and I can’t stop you from wrestling in the future either, but this meeting is going to entail just that. So have a good day inmate 9023, I will be hearing from you.
Mayor
I looked at the letter and no reaction at first. This is what usually happens when I read of things that have to do with me in direct purpose. So when it promptly occurred to me later on in the day I felt furious and asked for a meeting with the warden immediately. They told me that if it wasn’t for the warden’s like in me he wouldn’t allow it. But he walked me to the office and asked the warden. I could see the warden’s face from a crack in the ridge from the door to the wall. He looked bitter and I would only wonder why.
“Ok, he wanted to see you too, right this way” instructed the guard. I followed and he sat me in a light blue bulbous chair. When I sat in it I felt like I was floating and sinking in it at the same time. As the guard closed the door the warden asked me for a drink, “water, or juice?” I asked kindly for a drink of cold water. Moments passed and he returns with a cold glass of purified water. I took a quick sip of the cup to get a taste for the water, it was good. I wanted him to start the meeting to tell me exactly why the mayor was doing this and what he thought about it all. Instead he asked me about my new inmate Mike Lefebvre. I told him that he was interesting and a nice guy non-the less. I kept it direct and tried to move on from question to question so I could get down to the bottom of it. I didn’t have to wait much longer, he came out with it and it caught me kind of weird and I felt my head begin to sweat and get hot. He asked me if I got the letter and I told him that I did and I was livid about it. He asked me a reason, so I gave him one.
“We had a deal made with the judge as I was going to be allowed to wrestling in PCW if my behavior remained high. So I don’t see why this dick needs to get in the way of my wrestling career and our agreement.” I looked back into the eyes of the warden awaiting an answer. He looked back at me and when he looked down to the ground in a cowardly fashion he told me that he tried to persuade the mayor but to no prevail. I took in what he said and asked what he thought about the mayor.
“The mayor’s a purified dick, much like your water there. I have known him since middle school; the man thinks little of all you inmates. He once wanted to have this job, but I knew of his intents to make it a living hell for you guys so I fought against him and won. So I will do whatever I can to stop him from ruining your career. I need you to assure me that you will come up with a good statement to use against the judge. He is going to get a new judge, once from the Vancouver. She is a lot stricter than the one we had last.” I couldn’t believe what I heard, and I let him know about it. A new judge, he told me that it would be the same judge. Well he said and the judge, which told me that I knew this person. I don’t know any fucking judge from Vancouver. I began to feel myself sink deeper and deeper into the chair. I was feeling my wrestling life go down in smoke and I felt a small tear flow down my face. I wiped it away and looked up at the warden who was paying a lot of attention at me.
“Son, I will do my best to get you into wrestling. If it comes down to it I will have a truck load of our soiled bed sheets sent to each city PCW is in. Inside that truck will be carrying some precious cargo, that’ll be you. I am now saying it’s going to work that way, but I know I can probably win this case for you; all you need to do is say the same thing you said at the last trial. I wasn’t there but I heard it was something rather moving.” I didn’t say much more after that, we got talking into baseball and a little hockey. I enjoyed my stay with the warden; he was more than what a typical warden looked like to me. I knew our time was growing thin, and I was inside of his office almost the entire day. So we finished up our discussion and when I began to walk out he called for me. I looked back with my hand on the door, “I will win you that case alright? I don’t want you to worry; I will work hard on it.” I smiled and walked out of the door. In a way I felt that it was a pity assurance but I would go along with it for because I had a newfound respect for the warden.
When the day had ended I felt socially exhausted. I returned to my room to find Mike getting ready to turn in. I walked in and he greeted me immediately. I asked him how he first official day went. He told me it didn’t go to bad, there were a few guys who gave him a hard time but nothing he couldn’t handle. I said that it was good that he didn’t allow any weakness because those are the inmates who really get the worst end of the deal in here. I haven’t been here for long but over the course of one week you are as knowledgeable as the oldest guy in here. You here stories and see shit go down each day. In a place like this there isn’t much to learn so that it why some inmates like to get at the first or second day inmates right away. They don’t know much and they are just trying to make it by. When you have this attitude in your mind during the first day here, if someone tries to give you a hard time you are more likely to snap and get yourself in a shit load of trouble.
So as I lay in my bed I can hear many conversations floating threw the walls. Mike and I didn’t say much this night. He was tired from his first day of work, as was I during my first day. Before I rested my eyes for the final time I asked Mike one final question.
“Mike, I wanted to know this from yesterday but from all of the talking last night I didn’t get a chance”. I allowed him to sit up and when he did I finished.
“What did you do to get in here?” He looked over at me and I was looking for a gloomy response but he answered my question in a very peaceful manner.
“I was committed of raping my cousin’s friend Allison. I didn’t do it but they found enough evidence to pin it on me. They found my hair at the scene, but that was because I walked my cousin to her house the day before and helped Allison with a bruise on her left shin. I didn’t do it, but what can I do now? They are trying to fight it, but I don’t see how I’m getting out of here. Goodnight Chris.” He turned himself around to face the wall and didn’t say another word the whole night. Coincidently I began to feel dreadfully tired when I began to hear the breathing patterns of Mike sleeping. I had been watching him sleep now for about 15 minutes. I turned to the wall on my side of the cell and when I found myself in a comfortable position I closed my eyes.
It wouldn’t be long before the next day sparked into a new one. I would be on my way to the PCW arena. This could potentially be my last and thus my collision course has begun.