My lips are shinny from lip balm. The skin on my face is glowing from mass amounts of Oil of Olay. This I know because I just caught a glimps of myself in the reflection of my 7" touchscreen JP5. Now I feel like blogging. Let's do it! I feel good. Just a … Continue reading Crabs, Fleas, Manscaping, and Mouthwash
Blogging is such a great tool for rehabilitation. That is one reason why Suzie and I created Stone City Blog. We want all inmates to have access to this new and effective rehabilitative tool. I'd like to encourage everyone who reads Stone City Blog, to reach out to the bloggers, and prompt them. … Continue reading Prompting Inmate Bloggers Promotes Deeper Thinking
On Thursday December 1st, DOC spent $18K to shakedown two units. DOC brought extra guards in by the buss load! Literally. The first unit they hit was G UNIT. The dog program is in that unit. So at about 10 am, a guard brought me Sam from G UNIT. Sam is a two … Continue reading The Two Day Shakedown
A lot has been going on. I do my best to remain positive and stay upbeat. But I must admit, sometimes it's super hard. Back in August I was on a softball team that was argumentive, disorganized, and dysfunctional. So I quit. Soon after I quit, I hear a knock on my cell … Continue reading Coping With Prison Life
My wife recently asked how my book group, Stone Catchers, was going. I told her that I quit because of a few guys that I despise. She sweetly reminded me of what I wrote in a post called, STONE CATCHERS (WEEK 1): "Within this class you can catch those potentially destructive stones and lay them to rest in … Continue reading Stone Catchers: I Quit!!!
I chose this title because the majority of prison tattoos revolve around hate. Not all. But most. Some guys will get their woman's name plastered across their neck. So I suppose I could've called this post : PRISON INK : THE ART OF LOVE. Because it's also common to see the faces of … Continue reading Prison Ink: The Art of Hate
If it ain’t yours, leave it alone. Jealousy is a motherfucker no matter where you’re at.
Back in the mid 90’s there was this punk running around Walla Walla. He went by the name Tiffany.
Tiffany was in a relationship with Shadow. Tiffany is white, Shadow is Mexican. For months the two lived together. Until one day administration broke up the two.
Tiffany got moved into a different cell. Inside his new cell lived Terry. Terry has been in prison for years and has several more to go.
It wasn’t long before Terry was butt-fucking Tiffany and making him suck his dick. Tiffany told Shadow. Shadow was pissed.
Shadow approached Terry out in the yard and said, “Hey man, Tiffany is my bitch. Leave her alone.”
Terry laughed and said, “Her? That punk has a dick bigger than yours.”
Shadow wasn’t laughing. “Just stay away from her, alright?”
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