outinmexico
02-19-2006, 05:29 PM
The 1st 14 years I was in prison I was still a criminal. I was into everything from ways to beat the prisons telephone systems to loan sharking, bookie, I backed prison stores, paid guards for drugs & other marketable items & I was VERY active in OUTSIDE crime. I once even started a legal business from inside. Iīve always had a gift for inovative ideas. I see things a bit different than the masses.
The 1st time I got out I had been in prison for 18 years & a couple months. A good friend of mine, Tina (The names have been changed to protect the guilty!) picked me up at the FCI Florence, Colorado gate. We had just over 3 hours till I had to catch the bus to Utah. The prison system never leaves room for much enjoyment during release to a Federal 1/2 way house cause youīre actually on a 24 hour furlow. Intercourse wasnīt on my mind, I wanted to taste her sweetness so badly though! Nothing more. It had been so long! She was driving though so all I could do was dream about it for a little longer till we got to the Holiday Inn she had rented in advance. She was just as nervous as I was I think, trying to make small talk till we traveled the 30 odd miles. I was pretty much numb while she asked me stupid questions like Are you happy to be out? & Whats the 1st thing you want to do? Do you want to stop for something to eat? All I could think of was her clevage & the way her dress kept riding up her legs. Perverted? Maybe, but natural none the less! Our 2 hour encounter was just as hot & spicy as we both thought it would be although of course much too short & a hot second latter I was on the Greyhound Bus headed northwest to the 1/2 way house in SLC Utah on 21st South. Where I wasnīt even an EX-Con yet I was still a full fledged Con but now to the whole world. When I arrived it was 1pm they searched my property which was all prison special except for the few clothes & an alarm clock my brother had sent me. They assigned me a bunk. It was co-ed & all the girls had been in prison just like me! Wow! There were a couple of guys that I knew from inside so they helped me get settled in. I had to wait 48 hours till my 1st day pass to go shopping then to look for a job. But I had a different idea. I wanted to go & see the Doctor because I have stomoch problems. He prescribed me Marinol. (More about this later) Other than that the only passes I was getting till I completed 25 hours of the Houses classes & I had a job was to go to church. My 1st day out I found a job because I had 14 years experence in warehouse work. So I go to the administrators & told them about this great job I just got. Wonderful right? Not so fast! The counselor got on the phone & before she got off I didnīt have a job anymore! I was so pissed off I wanted to tair the whole damn 1/2 way house down to the ground! There was a question on the application that read; Have you been convicted of a felony in the past 7 years. (Which is the only LEGAL question they can ask by the way) I answered truthfully & said No (Easy, I had been inside for over 18 years)but this wasnīt to be tolerated! They said I was trying to decieve the employers. What? Like I said I was pissed but then I got sad, sadder & saddest over the next few weeks looking for a job because they not only forced me answer the question WITH A LIE now but they also forced me to list ALL my crimes on the application. In our job search classes at the 1/2 way house they told everyone to put Will Explain At Interview BUT NOT ME! I really almost didnīt make it guys but I finally found a job at the cities Waist Management Center (The Shit Plant for those who donīt know that term!) My boss used to say that he guessed that God ment for him to shovel shit for a while! It was a great job working with the cities most prominate citizens! No actually they were all ex-cons (Or future ones) just like me so we got along great! We were maintianing Waist Management Systems & shoveling shit 10 hours a day 6 days a week. After a while I decided to get out of the 1/2 way House & get my own place so I picked out a nice apt. complex & paid the $ but NO when I went back on monday to collect the keys the apt manager never said a word to me she went into the office bathroom as I was comming up the path to the office & then she called the police on me! She stayed in the bathroom till the police got there. It turns out that She had done a background check on me & found out that I had been in prison for Counterfiting US Currency & Attempted Murder of a police officer & told the police that she was afriaid to tell me I couldnīt get the apartment! I couldnīt believe it! This was crazy! Then things turned for the worse the policemen threatened my life & told me to GET OUT OF THEIR TOWN! Yes I decided a very short time after that this wasnīt going to turn into the bed of roses that I had imagined! So 4 days later I decided F*ck Palole! (Termed Supervised Release in the Federal System) so I got a paycheck, asked for a few favors from friends & went on the run. Smart? 1st I went to Colorado to live with a friend who wasnīt on parole anymore, he had bought a home on a golf course & was in the process of fixing up the house to resale. He gave me a job for the same $10 per hour I was making at the shit plant & I wasnīt having to deal with all the 1/2 way houses B.S., Police Threats or shovel anymore shit so over all I was a lot happier however, being on the run isnīt all its cut out to be but somehow I got lucky. I talk to God you see & I know from experence that if you take the time to listen he will tell you the answer to ANY question & I really believe in miracles because Iīve had so many blessings in my life. How can I possibly say that after doing all this time? Because guys, I wasnīt EVER supposed to get out at all; Thats why! You see I was supposed to die in prison! But that wasnīt in Gods plan for me! Thank God! Anyway, I used to walk my friends little dog (Atlas) every evening thru all these huge homes built around this golf course. It was summertime & so very beautiful but all these houses had lawns that were 1/2 brown from the water shortages & for some reason I started thinking about a possible solution & one night I had a dream & couldnīt go back to sleep! I had it! To make a long story shorter I started painting the lawns green! I ended up with a 60% water 40% green paint mixture. It looked BEAUTIFUL from a distance! Smile! I started the company with less than $1,000 Dollars & made over $40,000 in my 1st month! This of course couldnīt last! I was wanted! I didnīt even have an I.D.! What was I going to do? Like a million cons on the run in the past I thought about Mexico! Oh Mexico! No P.O.! No I.R.S.! No Past Crimilal History! But wait I didnīt know spanish. I didnīt know anything about living in Mexico at all! How much of the rumors were true? How will I make money there? Are Mexican girls really hotter than other girls? Smile! I was scared to death guys!
Also, I had another trip back inside to go thru!
To be continued!
Peace
Benjamin
Part 2
Nevada State Mazimum Security Prison is located in the Mountains of northern Nevada in the little town of Carson City. I arrived there a 21 yr old boy with long hair & more hate in my heart than any man alive. I had been in the Clark County jail for just over a year, thru 2 trials the 2nd of which didnīt go my way at all. I was in a bit of trouble in the jail & had associated myself with the worst of the worst. They had ALL told me that I had to make a HUGE statement of violence as soon as the 1st man disrespected me. Its every strait mans worst nightmare to even think about being raped & this was a REAL possibility in those days. I was really terrified, shaking inside even, but I tried to act like this was an everyday thing. I knew that I was about die as we drove up to the prison & I seen this huge antique structure that looks like an evel kings castle. Its a place with many evil spirits, the oldest prison in America thats still in operation & a city within itself that has the worst politics in the world. Its a place of 30 foot, 3 foot thick walls, drugs, weapons, gun rails & a lot of bad, bad men. It took 4 days, 2 visits to the Doctor, 2 meetings with the Admin & 1 with a psycologist for me to make to main-line & in that time I already knew the man I was going to try to kill. It was durring one of the Dr. visits I had on leg & wrist shackles & am being escorted by 2 guards & this guy (Iīll call him Mike) whistled at me & laughed it up with his friends. Little did he know that I had burned his face into my memory & NOW all the hate that I felt for the world was NOW directed at HIM. I stabbed hlm 11 times but he didnīt die (Later this would almost cost me my life) & over my next 5 years in prison I was on main line for under 100 days. My Lowest point was when I finally set down & figured up how much time I had! Durring sentecing I only remembered the time for the Attempted Murder it ended up that the judge had given me 68 yearsplus 7 more years that I had in the Feds! I was involved in dozens of assalts, stabbings, boiling oil, pipings durring my 1st 5 years. The rest of the time I was in the SHU or in 1-C-East. You see, when I got to prison there were a huge amount of kids like me & younger than me comming into the prison system & in those days a lot of kids got raped & the Admin turned a blind eye. We changed things over the 1st 5 years I was there but it was a horrible & voilent transition durring which time I almost got killed & almost killed myself many times.
Mexico......... I ran the lawn painting business thru the summer & sacked away some cash. By this time I had obtained a little info on Mexico. Public transportation of any kind was out so I had a friend drive me to San Diego where I jumped the boarder. I hated TJ instantly its a real dump so I headed down to Rosarito Beach, its a cute little town on the coast with nice beaches (For the west coast of Mexico) & a bunch of ex-pat Americans & It has a LOT of really cool Night Clubs. I found a little trailer house on the beach for $300 a month & paid 6 months & burried my money. Tina was going to give me a car ( Yes the same Tina) so I go over to San Diego to collect it & spend somemore time with her & get arrested because someone made a 911 call from a public phone & I was by there when the police came! Fate? No F*cked!. It took 3 weeks Fed transport to get me back to SLC & another 2 months go to court. I get in front of the judge. Its a tech violation only. He really has no choice but to put me back in the 1/2 way house & he did! I left the 1/2 way house less than 2 days later, picked up the car in california & went back to Mexico! You may see it as WORKING THE SYSTEM O.K., you can call it that but I called it freedom! As they say; My worst day on the run was 100X better than my best day inside!
I started asking everyone that I met about other places in Mexico how it was & what kind of money could be made there. I went to Mazatlan 1st I didnīt like it so I continued south to Puerto Vallarta, in the state of Jalisco (Pronounced Ha-leesco) Its a Beautiful little city nestled in the mountians comming down to the Bay of Bandaris I fell in love instantly! The politics here are a lot nicer & easier for me to deal with! Smile! P.V. is so easy to get around in. You donīt need a car & everyone that lives here are so nice (Or they donīt last long) I found a bartender job that required no paperwork I just had to say that the owner was my sister if asked. I had made a few friends & met a man Iīll call Jack. Jack was on the run from something, somewhere in the world & he had made P.V. his home he showed me the underground part of Jalisco State. What was legal here, What was not. What could be bought off & What could not. Things were going well but I still had no I.D. & if I was going to stay out I had to get some eventually. This is what ended up sending me back to prison. Jack kept telling me not to worry about it but I had to keep pushing. I tried to order some I.D. on-line & got burned not once but twice! So I decided to buy a special copier & made myself a pretty nice I.D. Then I started selling I.D.s because there was as it turned out a huge market here so I was in business right? Well not exactly. Making I.D. isnīt illegal in any country. USING fake I.D. IS illegal though. When youīre dealing with street people, the same people that have a need to USE fake I.D. they talk & Yes I got assested very rapidly! There was no charges in Mexico, No extradition hearings or court proceedings! The U.S. Marshalls Service simply flew in on Thursday had their little 4 day vacation on the U.S. Govts expense account then flew me out on Monday! When I arrived in L.A. they officially arrested me & NOT ONE WORD was ever mentioned in court about me ever being in Mexico! (I of course wasnīt saying a word about it either!) The Judge did me a huge favor & instead of putting me back in the 1/2 way house or directly on Supervised Release again he violated me & gave me mid-range in my guidelines under the Old/New Law, gave me 11 months & ended my Supervised Release. I was set completely free at the end of that term.
I now reside in P.V., Jalisco Mexico with my little dog Loca Luna (Crazy Moon in spanish) & her pet cat Verde (Green, because of his eyes) Yes, my dog has a pet cat so what?!? Smile! Iīve been feeding the damn cat for 10 months now & it still wonīt let me pet it! Maybe Iīm being selfish? I have a small internet phone co. & A new business where Iīve been helping people relocate to Mexico. I proposed to my girl yesturday & she said Yes! I knew she would. Weīve been dating for a year next month Shes very cute & sweet, petit (Real) bi-sexual woman a young 42, honest & Very Hot. She really Loves me! I told her all about my past maybe 6 months ago & it`s been getting better ever since. Itīs taken me 5 years here but Iīve established myself as a man of honor, a man who pays his debts, is honest & hard working. (OKAY!!! So Iīm NOT hard working!) Smile. Iīve changed a lot sence Iīve been out & I change for the better every passing day.
To Be Continued.........
Peace,
Benjamin
The 1st time I got out I had been in prison for 18 years & a couple months. A good friend of mine, Tina (The names have been changed to protect the guilty!) picked me up at the FCI Florence, Colorado gate. We had just over 3 hours till I had to catch the bus to Utah. The prison system never leaves room for much enjoyment during release to a Federal 1/2 way house cause youīre actually on a 24 hour furlow. Intercourse wasnīt on my mind, I wanted to taste her sweetness so badly though! Nothing more. It had been so long! She was driving though so all I could do was dream about it for a little longer till we got to the Holiday Inn she had rented in advance. She was just as nervous as I was I think, trying to make small talk till we traveled the 30 odd miles. I was pretty much numb while she asked me stupid questions like Are you happy to be out? & Whats the 1st thing you want to do? Do you want to stop for something to eat? All I could think of was her clevage & the way her dress kept riding up her legs. Perverted? Maybe, but natural none the less! Our 2 hour encounter was just as hot & spicy as we both thought it would be although of course much too short & a hot second latter I was on the Greyhound Bus headed northwest to the 1/2 way house in SLC Utah on 21st South. Where I wasnīt even an EX-Con yet I was still a full fledged Con but now to the whole world. When I arrived it was 1pm they searched my property which was all prison special except for the few clothes & an alarm clock my brother had sent me. They assigned me a bunk. It was co-ed & all the girls had been in prison just like me! Wow! There were a couple of guys that I knew from inside so they helped me get settled in. I had to wait 48 hours till my 1st day pass to go shopping then to look for a job. But I had a different idea. I wanted to go & see the Doctor because I have stomoch problems. He prescribed me Marinol. (More about this later) Other than that the only passes I was getting till I completed 25 hours of the Houses classes & I had a job was to go to church. My 1st day out I found a job because I had 14 years experence in warehouse work. So I go to the administrators & told them about this great job I just got. Wonderful right? Not so fast! The counselor got on the phone & before she got off I didnīt have a job anymore! I was so pissed off I wanted to tair the whole damn 1/2 way house down to the ground! There was a question on the application that read; Have you been convicted of a felony in the past 7 years. (Which is the only LEGAL question they can ask by the way) I answered truthfully & said No (Easy, I had been inside for over 18 years)but this wasnīt to be tolerated! They said I was trying to decieve the employers. What? Like I said I was pissed but then I got sad, sadder & saddest over the next few weeks looking for a job because they not only forced me answer the question WITH A LIE now but they also forced me to list ALL my crimes on the application. In our job search classes at the 1/2 way house they told everyone to put Will Explain At Interview BUT NOT ME! I really almost didnīt make it guys but I finally found a job at the cities Waist Management Center (The Shit Plant for those who donīt know that term!) My boss used to say that he guessed that God ment for him to shovel shit for a while! It was a great job working with the cities most prominate citizens! No actually they were all ex-cons (Or future ones) just like me so we got along great! We were maintianing Waist Management Systems & shoveling shit 10 hours a day 6 days a week. After a while I decided to get out of the 1/2 way House & get my own place so I picked out a nice apt. complex & paid the $ but NO when I went back on monday to collect the keys the apt manager never said a word to me she went into the office bathroom as I was comming up the path to the office & then she called the police on me! She stayed in the bathroom till the police got there. It turns out that She had done a background check on me & found out that I had been in prison for Counterfiting US Currency & Attempted Murder of a police officer & told the police that she was afriaid to tell me I couldnīt get the apartment! I couldnīt believe it! This was crazy! Then things turned for the worse the policemen threatened my life & told me to GET OUT OF THEIR TOWN! Yes I decided a very short time after that this wasnīt going to turn into the bed of roses that I had imagined! So 4 days later I decided F*ck Palole! (Termed Supervised Release in the Federal System) so I got a paycheck, asked for a few favors from friends & went on the run. Smart? 1st I went to Colorado to live with a friend who wasnīt on parole anymore, he had bought a home on a golf course & was in the process of fixing up the house to resale. He gave me a job for the same $10 per hour I was making at the shit plant & I wasnīt having to deal with all the 1/2 way houses B.S., Police Threats or shovel anymore shit so over all I was a lot happier however, being on the run isnīt all its cut out to be but somehow I got lucky. I talk to God you see & I know from experence that if you take the time to listen he will tell you the answer to ANY question & I really believe in miracles because Iīve had so many blessings in my life. How can I possibly say that after doing all this time? Because guys, I wasnīt EVER supposed to get out at all; Thats why! You see I was supposed to die in prison! But that wasnīt in Gods plan for me! Thank God! Anyway, I used to walk my friends little dog (Atlas) every evening thru all these huge homes built around this golf course. It was summertime & so very beautiful but all these houses had lawns that were 1/2 brown from the water shortages & for some reason I started thinking about a possible solution & one night I had a dream & couldnīt go back to sleep! I had it! To make a long story shorter I started painting the lawns green! I ended up with a 60% water 40% green paint mixture. It looked BEAUTIFUL from a distance! Smile! I started the company with less than $1,000 Dollars & made over $40,000 in my 1st month! This of course couldnīt last! I was wanted! I didnīt even have an I.D.! What was I going to do? Like a million cons on the run in the past I thought about Mexico! Oh Mexico! No P.O.! No I.R.S.! No Past Crimilal History! But wait I didnīt know spanish. I didnīt know anything about living in Mexico at all! How much of the rumors were true? How will I make money there? Are Mexican girls really hotter than other girls? Smile! I was scared to death guys!
Also, I had another trip back inside to go thru!
To be continued!
Peace
Benjamin
Part 2
Nevada State Mazimum Security Prison is located in the Mountains of northern Nevada in the little town of Carson City. I arrived there a 21 yr old boy with long hair & more hate in my heart than any man alive. I had been in the Clark County jail for just over a year, thru 2 trials the 2nd of which didnīt go my way at all. I was in a bit of trouble in the jail & had associated myself with the worst of the worst. They had ALL told me that I had to make a HUGE statement of violence as soon as the 1st man disrespected me. Its every strait mans worst nightmare to even think about being raped & this was a REAL possibility in those days. I was really terrified, shaking inside even, but I tried to act like this was an everyday thing. I knew that I was about die as we drove up to the prison & I seen this huge antique structure that looks like an evel kings castle. Its a place with many evil spirits, the oldest prison in America thats still in operation & a city within itself that has the worst politics in the world. Its a place of 30 foot, 3 foot thick walls, drugs, weapons, gun rails & a lot of bad, bad men. It took 4 days, 2 visits to the Doctor, 2 meetings with the Admin & 1 with a psycologist for me to make to main-line & in that time I already knew the man I was going to try to kill. It was durring one of the Dr. visits I had on leg & wrist shackles & am being escorted by 2 guards & this guy (Iīll call him Mike) whistled at me & laughed it up with his friends. Little did he know that I had burned his face into my memory & NOW all the hate that I felt for the world was NOW directed at HIM. I stabbed hlm 11 times but he didnīt die (Later this would almost cost me my life) & over my next 5 years in prison I was on main line for under 100 days. My Lowest point was when I finally set down & figured up how much time I had! Durring sentecing I only remembered the time for the Attempted Murder it ended up that the judge had given me 68 yearsplus 7 more years that I had in the Feds! I was involved in dozens of assalts, stabbings, boiling oil, pipings durring my 1st 5 years. The rest of the time I was in the SHU or in 1-C-East. You see, when I got to prison there were a huge amount of kids like me & younger than me comming into the prison system & in those days a lot of kids got raped & the Admin turned a blind eye. We changed things over the 1st 5 years I was there but it was a horrible & voilent transition durring which time I almost got killed & almost killed myself many times.
Mexico......... I ran the lawn painting business thru the summer & sacked away some cash. By this time I had obtained a little info on Mexico. Public transportation of any kind was out so I had a friend drive me to San Diego where I jumped the boarder. I hated TJ instantly its a real dump so I headed down to Rosarito Beach, its a cute little town on the coast with nice beaches (For the west coast of Mexico) & a bunch of ex-pat Americans & It has a LOT of really cool Night Clubs. I found a little trailer house on the beach for $300 a month & paid 6 months & burried my money. Tina was going to give me a car ( Yes the same Tina) so I go over to San Diego to collect it & spend somemore time with her & get arrested because someone made a 911 call from a public phone & I was by there when the police came! Fate? No F*cked!. It took 3 weeks Fed transport to get me back to SLC & another 2 months go to court. I get in front of the judge. Its a tech violation only. He really has no choice but to put me back in the 1/2 way house & he did! I left the 1/2 way house less than 2 days later, picked up the car in california & went back to Mexico! You may see it as WORKING THE SYSTEM O.K., you can call it that but I called it freedom! As they say; My worst day on the run was 100X better than my best day inside!
I started asking everyone that I met about other places in Mexico how it was & what kind of money could be made there. I went to Mazatlan 1st I didnīt like it so I continued south to Puerto Vallarta, in the state of Jalisco (Pronounced Ha-leesco) Its a Beautiful little city nestled in the mountians comming down to the Bay of Bandaris I fell in love instantly! The politics here are a lot nicer & easier for me to deal with! Smile! P.V. is so easy to get around in. You donīt need a car & everyone that lives here are so nice (Or they donīt last long) I found a bartender job that required no paperwork I just had to say that the owner was my sister if asked. I had made a few friends & met a man Iīll call Jack. Jack was on the run from something, somewhere in the world & he had made P.V. his home he showed me the underground part of Jalisco State. What was legal here, What was not. What could be bought off & What could not. Things were going well but I still had no I.D. & if I was going to stay out I had to get some eventually. This is what ended up sending me back to prison. Jack kept telling me not to worry about it but I had to keep pushing. I tried to order some I.D. on-line & got burned not once but twice! So I decided to buy a special copier & made myself a pretty nice I.D. Then I started selling I.D.s because there was as it turned out a huge market here so I was in business right? Well not exactly. Making I.D. isnīt illegal in any country. USING fake I.D. IS illegal though. When youīre dealing with street people, the same people that have a need to USE fake I.D. they talk & Yes I got assested very rapidly! There was no charges in Mexico, No extradition hearings or court proceedings! The U.S. Marshalls Service simply flew in on Thursday had their little 4 day vacation on the U.S. Govts expense account then flew me out on Monday! When I arrived in L.A. they officially arrested me & NOT ONE WORD was ever mentioned in court about me ever being in Mexico! (I of course wasnīt saying a word about it either!) The Judge did me a huge favor & instead of putting me back in the 1/2 way house or directly on Supervised Release again he violated me & gave me mid-range in my guidelines under the Old/New Law, gave me 11 months & ended my Supervised Release. I was set completely free at the end of that term.
I now reside in P.V., Jalisco Mexico with my little dog Loca Luna (Crazy Moon in spanish) & her pet cat Verde (Green, because of his eyes) Yes, my dog has a pet cat so what?!? Smile! Iīve been feeding the damn cat for 10 months now & it still wonīt let me pet it! Maybe Iīm being selfish? I have a small internet phone co. & A new business where Iīve been helping people relocate to Mexico. I proposed to my girl yesturday & she said Yes! I knew she would. Weīve been dating for a year next month Shes very cute & sweet, petit (Real) bi-sexual woman a young 42, honest & Very Hot. She really Loves me! I told her all about my past maybe 6 months ago & it`s been getting better ever since. Itīs taken me 5 years here but Iīve established myself as a man of honor, a man who pays his debts, is honest & hard working. (OKAY!!! So Iīm NOT hard working!) Smile. Iīve changed a lot sence Iīve been out & I change for the better every passing day.
To Be Continued.........
Peace,
Benjamin