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December 20, 2015
It's Great to be Free!!!
Damn it feels so good to be free and not behind the razor wired fence anymore! The real test comes now because recidivism is trying to ambush me, but i won't falter and i will stay strong in the face of adversity. Please support my movement as l transition from being locked up to freedom. Now I can enhance my author career and push my books world wide. Check out my very own website and pick up one of my books for the holidays.
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December 6, 2015
A preview to my upcoming book 'Bayou Stalker' coming soon!
Tameka said, “why not a hotel room?” But he ignored her. Derrick tore off her shirt, began rubbing her breast and licking her neck. Then he finished undressing her and ran his tongue down her caramel body and continues until he reaches her core and begins to lick her clit. She doesn’t complain and actually welcomes his aggressiveness. In the process he took off everything except for his gloves. Derrick’s animal nature was being brought out having oral sex with Tameka right there in the front seat of his truck.
It was cramped in the cab but because it was now dark they both got up still naked and moved to the back of the truck. Derrick managed to sneak a piece of rope in his left hand. Tameka was hot as fish grease and demanded that he fuck the shit out of her. So he bent her over the tailgate and slid into her from behind and began fucking her hard. It felt so good she couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure as he kept long stroking her. Her pussy was so wet and deep that in five minutes flat, the urge to come arrived sooner than he expected. So he wrapped the rope around her neck like a python and squeezed as he continued to pump in and out of her.
It was cramped in the cab but because it was now dark they both got up still naked and moved to the back of the truck. Derrick managed to sneak a piece of rope in his left hand. Tameka was hot as fish grease and demanded that he fuck the shit out of her. So he bent her over the tailgate and slid into her from behind and began fucking her hard. It felt so good she couldn’t help but to moan in pleasure as he kept long stroking her. Her pussy was so wet and deep that in five minutes flat, the urge to come arrived sooner than he expected. So he wrapped the rope around her neck like a python and squeezed as he continued to pump in and out of her.
November 27, 2015
Dumber Than A Box of Rocks... by: King Steelo
Ep 6
Dumber Than A Box Of Rocks
Attention free world: it seems incarceration is becoming a part of peoples lives all over. Do you have a loved one, a family member, or friend doing time? Furthermore, do you really feel our pain? I'm not saying come and join us in an institution, because this living hell is something I wouldn't wish for my worst enemy. The media shows you what we prisoners go through in the joint, but do you know what an ex-convict goes through once he is released? What is the easiest thing to do when you get out of jail? 'come right back'.
I know what you're thinking: For a person to get out of prison - then go right back- they must be dumb as a box of rocks! Well - I'm here to show you that most of the time - it ain't on that person. Now it's common for an ex-con to point the finger at temptations, hard times and a hustlers ambition as reasons for our shortcomings. But what about being betrayed by someone you love? Peep out this story and you tell me - who's dumb and dumber? Him or Her?
I had just gotten released from prison after serving 13 flat years for simple burglary and attempted murder. Now I'm originally from New Orleans, but I decided not to return there because all I ever did was get into trouble and end up incarcerated. This time around though, I completed a few trades during my prison stint, so I was ready to start a new life working a 9-5 and earning money legally. Being that I was already in Southwest Louisiana, I chose the city of Lafayette as my new home.
Lafayette was a city on the rise with a lot of jobs available. I immediately got hired as a painter. I made it to work everyday and my bosses realized that I was an asset. So they gave me a raise and I began making top dollars. Then the blessings continued cause I met this chick, Mechee and our chemistry was off the chain. We became a couple and started living together.
Life got real good for me and Mechee. We moved into a condo and bought a car. We both worked, paid our bills on time and my past as a felon was a distant memory. It felt too good to be true and for the first time in my life --- I was truly happy. We were flying high, then 18 months later, we crash landed.
The recession hit, making work obsolete and we couldn't pay our bills anymore. Furthermore, Mechee was 3 months pregnant.
All of a sudden, Mechee suggested that we move by her mother’s house way out in the country. I didn't agree because it was too far away from the city, where all the work was located. So she caught a fit saying there wasn't enough work anywhere. Around this time, Barack Obama became president and even though I couldn't vote, I had faith that he'd end the recession and fix the economy. Mechee must have been Republican because she didn't think so.
I came up with a solution. I told Mechee to go by her mothers, while I work odd jobs and send her money. She preferred to stay, so we moved out of the condo and returned to section 8 housing. Then she got a job as a cashier in a convenience store. She worked during the graveyard shift and it made her uncomfortable, being she was far along into her pregnancy. So out of nowhere, she asked me could I rob the store, while she was working.
I told her no, because there wasn't enough money in her register to risk my freedom. At first, she claimed it wasn't about the money because if you're robbed at night, then you automatically get switched to the day shift. But she couldn't blow smoke up my ass. So she said her register would be full of money because she wouldn't make any drops into the safe on her shift. Now the big question was could we get away with it? I really didn't want to do it, but I'm an opportunist. Yes was the answer to her million dollar question
I put a plan together and told Mechee that all she had to do was follow my instructions. So for 2 days, I schooled her on how to act, what to say and not to say. She acted like a quick learner and swore she was ready. A week later, it was time for some action.
On the night of the robbery, I had to sit in a vacant lot, next to the store for like 45 minutes. It turned out to be a busy night. Customers were running in and out for what seemed like forever. I was about to change my mind and leave, but it finally died down. Now was my chance cause it looked like a ghost town.
I crept to the store in a hooded sweatshirt, a ski mask over my face and a pellet gun that looked like the real thing. All of a sudden, when I pulled the doors open, 3 customers arrived and walked in behind me.
I was lucky they didn't see my gun and mask. So I dipped down an aisle and slid into the restroom. I waited a minute, then began peeking out the door. After the last customer left, I ran out there like Keystone caper.
" Bitch - open the register and give me all the fucking money!” I yelled - pointing the pistol at Mechee.
" Please - don't kill me,” She said sounding scared for real.
" Hurry up bitch - put the money in the bag and lay on the floor. This ain't a fucking game" I said.
She did exactly what I said. I snatched the loot and bolted out of the store. I sprinted all the way to where my car was hidden and fled from the area. The first thing I did was burn all of my clothes - from the ski mask, to the boots on my feet. Next, I counted the money which turned out to be $1500. Then I stashed it in a secret compartment in my car. Last but not least, I went and bought food from McDonald's because Mechee would be getting off soon.
It was logical for me to return to the crime scene because I always picked up Mechee after she got off. I couldn't change our routine and do something out of the ordinary. When I got to the store, there were cops and crime scene tape all over. I walked up with the McDonald's bag and played the part of the loving husband.
“Who are you?” asked some detective.
"That's my girlfriend right there - I pick her up everyday after work." I said pointing towards Mechee, who was standing next to her supervisor with a clipboard in her hands. It also looked like she was crying. The detective instructed me to stay behind the yellow tape. Then I saw the store manager eyeballing me and whisper something to the cops.
Twenty minutes later, 2 detectives approached and asked to search me. So I let them and they took my ID. Then they started handcuffing me and I resisted by demanding an explanation. They said it was procedure because now I was under investigation. I'm guessing
they ran my name and discovered my criminal past. Mechee saw them apprehending me and I could see the panic on her face. " Don't trip baby - they claim it's only procedure." I said talking in code - to assure her that we were straight.
The cops put me in the back of a police car and continued their investigation. I was calm and cool the entire time. They had no proof, the clothes from the heist were ashes and the money was in a safe spot. All I needed was Mechee to stay strong and not clam up. I envisioned us walking away from this. Then 5 minutes later, she was escorted out of the store in handcuffs too. We were on our way to the precinct.
The detectives placed us in different interrogation rooms and began hammering away with questions like this was an episode of 'The First 48'. The couldn't get a peep out of me and I said the same thing every time they entered the room. " Before you start - I don't know what the fuck you talk in' bout! If you got something - then book me. If not - you gotta let me go, I know the law." I had to say it 6 times for them to comprehend. I kept my right to remain silent and my fingers crossed hoping Mechee was doing the same.
Two hours later, I overheard the detectives talking outside my door. " We're gonna have to let them go - we don't have nothing on them," said one of them.
" You know what give me one more shot at the girl. "It's now or never", replied the other. Hearing that gave me confirmation that Mechee was holding up. ' It was the bottom of the ninth, with 2 outs and 1 away from victory'.
Thirty minutes later, a detective opens the door and yells, " we got the money mother fucker!" Then he slammed the door before I could reply.
" What money?" Not to long after, the cops read me my rights and arrest me for armed robbery. Mechee was arrested for conspiracy to armed robbery.
My head was smoking because we were so close to getting away. During the last attempt in questioning Mechee, the detectives told her that they searched my car twice and found nothing. So they asked her did she know of any place where I would hide something. Can you believe that bitch tells them to check under the cup holder because I had a secret compartment there? “She knew the money was going to be there. Now did she sell me out or was my bitch just dumber than a box of rocks?”
In the end, I got the charges dropped on Mechee by taking a plea bargain that got me 10 years flat. I did it so she wouldn't give birth to my son behind bars. Then she got the nerve to ask me to marry her, but the love faded fast. I've been incarcerated 3 1/2 years now and she won't bring my son to visit me. I've only seen him twice, since he has been born and it took
Mechee’s mother to bring him. Furthermore, Mechee told her mother to tell me that she couldn't put her life on hold for me. So she never writes nor sends pictures of my son. To make matters worse, they only live 90 minutes away from where I am locked up now. And y'all talk about baby mama drama - it hurts when the person you love betrays you.
Authors Note *
I felt this brothers pain with that story. It is unfortunate what happens to us when we get involved with bitches that are dumber than a box of rocks. Don't get me wrong - we're to blame too because we settle for less. The outcome is always the same for us - back to prison. Trust me, I write to you from experience. What can we do about it? I don't know because just like big girls - dumb bitches need love too.
Dumber Than A Box Of Rocks
Attention free world: it seems incarceration is becoming a part of peoples lives all over. Do you have a loved one, a family member, or friend doing time? Furthermore, do you really feel our pain? I'm not saying come and join us in an institution, because this living hell is something I wouldn't wish for my worst enemy. The media shows you what we prisoners go through in the joint, but do you know what an ex-convict goes through once he is released? What is the easiest thing to do when you get out of jail? 'come right back'.
I know what you're thinking: For a person to get out of prison - then go right back- they must be dumb as a box of rocks! Well - I'm here to show you that most of the time - it ain't on that person. Now it's common for an ex-con to point the finger at temptations, hard times and a hustlers ambition as reasons for our shortcomings. But what about being betrayed by someone you love? Peep out this story and you tell me - who's dumb and dumber? Him or Her?
I had just gotten released from prison after serving 13 flat years for simple burglary and attempted murder. Now I'm originally from New Orleans, but I decided not to return there because all I ever did was get into trouble and end up incarcerated. This time around though, I completed a few trades during my prison stint, so I was ready to start a new life working a 9-5 and earning money legally. Being that I was already in Southwest Louisiana, I chose the city of Lafayette as my new home.
Lafayette was a city on the rise with a lot of jobs available. I immediately got hired as a painter. I made it to work everyday and my bosses realized that I was an asset. So they gave me a raise and I began making top dollars. Then the blessings continued cause I met this chick, Mechee and our chemistry was off the chain. We became a couple and started living together.
Life got real good for me and Mechee. We moved into a condo and bought a car. We both worked, paid our bills on time and my past as a felon was a distant memory. It felt too good to be true and for the first time in my life --- I was truly happy. We were flying high, then 18 months later, we crash landed.
The recession hit, making work obsolete and we couldn't pay our bills anymore. Furthermore, Mechee was 3 months pregnant.
All of a sudden, Mechee suggested that we move by her mother’s house way out in the country. I didn't agree because it was too far away from the city, where all the work was located. So she caught a fit saying there wasn't enough work anywhere. Around this time, Barack Obama became president and even though I couldn't vote, I had faith that he'd end the recession and fix the economy. Mechee must have been Republican because she didn't think so.
I came up with a solution. I told Mechee to go by her mothers, while I work odd jobs and send her money. She preferred to stay, so we moved out of the condo and returned to section 8 housing. Then she got a job as a cashier in a convenience store. She worked during the graveyard shift and it made her uncomfortable, being she was far along into her pregnancy. So out of nowhere, she asked me could I rob the store, while she was working.
I told her no, because there wasn't enough money in her register to risk my freedom. At first, she claimed it wasn't about the money because if you're robbed at night, then you automatically get switched to the day shift. But she couldn't blow smoke up my ass. So she said her register would be full of money because she wouldn't make any drops into the safe on her shift. Now the big question was could we get away with it? I really didn't want to do it, but I'm an opportunist. Yes was the answer to her million dollar question
I put a plan together and told Mechee that all she had to do was follow my instructions. So for 2 days, I schooled her on how to act, what to say and not to say. She acted like a quick learner and swore she was ready. A week later, it was time for some action.
On the night of the robbery, I had to sit in a vacant lot, next to the store for like 45 minutes. It turned out to be a busy night. Customers were running in and out for what seemed like forever. I was about to change my mind and leave, but it finally died down. Now was my chance cause it looked like a ghost town.
I crept to the store in a hooded sweatshirt, a ski mask over my face and a pellet gun that looked like the real thing. All of a sudden, when I pulled the doors open, 3 customers arrived and walked in behind me.
I was lucky they didn't see my gun and mask. So I dipped down an aisle and slid into the restroom. I waited a minute, then began peeking out the door. After the last customer left, I ran out there like Keystone caper.
" Bitch - open the register and give me all the fucking money!” I yelled - pointing the pistol at Mechee.
" Please - don't kill me,” She said sounding scared for real.
" Hurry up bitch - put the money in the bag and lay on the floor. This ain't a fucking game" I said.
She did exactly what I said. I snatched the loot and bolted out of the store. I sprinted all the way to where my car was hidden and fled from the area. The first thing I did was burn all of my clothes - from the ski mask, to the boots on my feet. Next, I counted the money which turned out to be $1500. Then I stashed it in a secret compartment in my car. Last but not least, I went and bought food from McDonald's because Mechee would be getting off soon.
It was logical for me to return to the crime scene because I always picked up Mechee after she got off. I couldn't change our routine and do something out of the ordinary. When I got to the store, there were cops and crime scene tape all over. I walked up with the McDonald's bag and played the part of the loving husband.
“Who are you?” asked some detective.
"That's my girlfriend right there - I pick her up everyday after work." I said pointing towards Mechee, who was standing next to her supervisor with a clipboard in her hands. It also looked like she was crying. The detective instructed me to stay behind the yellow tape. Then I saw the store manager eyeballing me and whisper something to the cops.
Twenty minutes later, 2 detectives approached and asked to search me. So I let them and they took my ID. Then they started handcuffing me and I resisted by demanding an explanation. They said it was procedure because now I was under investigation. I'm guessing
they ran my name and discovered my criminal past. Mechee saw them apprehending me and I could see the panic on her face. " Don't trip baby - they claim it's only procedure." I said talking in code - to assure her that we were straight.
The cops put me in the back of a police car and continued their investigation. I was calm and cool the entire time. They had no proof, the clothes from the heist were ashes and the money was in a safe spot. All I needed was Mechee to stay strong and not clam up. I envisioned us walking away from this. Then 5 minutes later, she was escorted out of the store in handcuffs too. We were on our way to the precinct.
The detectives placed us in different interrogation rooms and began hammering away with questions like this was an episode of 'The First 48'. The couldn't get a peep out of me and I said the same thing every time they entered the room. " Before you start - I don't know what the fuck you talk in' bout! If you got something - then book me. If not - you gotta let me go, I know the law." I had to say it 6 times for them to comprehend. I kept my right to remain silent and my fingers crossed hoping Mechee was doing the same.
Two hours later, I overheard the detectives talking outside my door. " We're gonna have to let them go - we don't have nothing on them," said one of them.
" You know what give me one more shot at the girl. "It's now or never", replied the other. Hearing that gave me confirmation that Mechee was holding up. ' It was the bottom of the ninth, with 2 outs and 1 away from victory'.
Thirty minutes later, a detective opens the door and yells, " we got the money mother fucker!" Then he slammed the door before I could reply.
" What money?" Not to long after, the cops read me my rights and arrest me for armed robbery. Mechee was arrested for conspiracy to armed robbery.
My head was smoking because we were so close to getting away. During the last attempt in questioning Mechee, the detectives told her that they searched my car twice and found nothing. So they asked her did she know of any place where I would hide something. Can you believe that bitch tells them to check under the cup holder because I had a secret compartment there? “She knew the money was going to be there. Now did she sell me out or was my bitch just dumber than a box of rocks?”
In the end, I got the charges dropped on Mechee by taking a plea bargain that got me 10 years flat. I did it so she wouldn't give birth to my son behind bars. Then she got the nerve to ask me to marry her, but the love faded fast. I've been incarcerated 3 1/2 years now and she won't bring my son to visit me. I've only seen him twice, since he has been born and it took
Mechee’s mother to bring him. Furthermore, Mechee told her mother to tell me that she couldn't put her life on hold for me. So she never writes nor sends pictures of my son. To make matters worse, they only live 90 minutes away from where I am locked up now. And y'all talk about baby mama drama - it hurts when the person you love betrays you.
Authors Note *
I felt this brothers pain with that story. It is unfortunate what happens to us when we get involved with bitches that are dumber than a box of rocks. Don't get me wrong - we're to blame too because we settle for less. The outcome is always the same for us - back to prison. Trust me, I write to you from experience. What can we do about it? I don't know because just like big girls - dumb bitches need love too.
November 26, 2015
Living a Life in prison as a convicted substance abuser... by King Steelo
Living a life in prison as a convicted substance abuser is hard because you have nothing but time to think about the mistakes you've made. Especially in my case because I knew better. I didn't have to do drugs---I did it because my friends were doing it. Yet I was doing good in school, went to college and even picked up a trade. I also got myself a good paying job but I never seemed satisfied. Every time a window of opportunity opened---I jumped through it head first not knowing or caring what's on the other side.
Once I started using and realized that all my friends spent money---I figured "why don't I make that money?" It didn't take long to transform myself into a walking Walgreen's. I even delivered 24/7. Yes---I made my share of top dollars but all it ever did was send me straight to prison like clock work. Most of that money was spent on bail and lawyers.
Now I sit behind the razor wired fence and realize---IT WASN'T WORTH IT! I could sit here and blame others, justify my actions and deny I have a substance abuse problem but I would only be lying to myself. My actions have shown otherwise. I can also sit here in shame and believe I'm worthless but what good will that do? I can't turn back the hands of time. ALL I CAN DO IS MOVE FORWARD...
This is a minor setback for a major comeback but coming back to prison is out of the question! I will do whatever I can to prevent others from following in my footsteps. As a substance abuser change starts within yourself. So stop making excuses and put bass in your voice when confronted with using---JUST SAY "HELL NO!"
Once I started using and realized that all my friends spent money---I figured "why don't I make that money?" It didn't take long to transform myself into a walking Walgreen's. I even delivered 24/7. Yes---I made my share of top dollars but all it ever did was send me straight to prison like clock work. Most of that money was spent on bail and lawyers.
Now I sit behind the razor wired fence and realize---IT WASN'T WORTH IT! I could sit here and blame others, justify my actions and deny I have a substance abuse problem but I would only be lying to myself. My actions have shown otherwise. I can also sit here in shame and believe I'm worthless but what good will that do? I can't turn back the hands of time. ALL I CAN DO IS MOVE FORWARD...
This is a minor setback for a major comeback but coming back to prison is out of the question! I will do whatever I can to prevent others from following in my footsteps. As a substance abuser change starts within yourself. So stop making excuses and put bass in your voice when confronted with using---JUST SAY "HELL NO!"
November 16, 2015
what do you feel about immigration...
In 1980, Cuban people flooded the United States in search of a better life, freedom, and opportunities. It is safe to say, that not every Cuban had good intentions; however, that doesn't mean we should turn our back on people in need. This Country has been a place of refuge since its conception; the migration of Europeans in the 1800's is quite similar to the migration of Cubans in the 1980's, and I'm pretty sure that not every European was a model citizen either. Most of the violent attacks and/or terrorist acts that have taken place on American soil has been committed by--you guessed it--Americans. For example: Timothy McVeigh was not of Arab descent; he was white. He was not Muslim, he was Christian; in fact, he was also part of the American Military. Now, does that mean that ALL White, Christian, Soldiers are bad people? I mean, since we are singling out a specific group, let's start here: this man blew up a government building in Downtown Oklahoma, killing "168 Women, Men and CHILDREN", and wounded over 600. Sounds like a terrorist act to me...
Since 1980, we have had many people migrate to this country; Russians, Vietnamese, Iranians, Cubans, Nicaraguans, Polish, Haitians, Colombians, Iraqis, Nigerians, Cambodians, and the list goes on. So when I see or read the ignorant opinions of people, fueled by media on Face Book, InstaGram, and Twitter, about how the Syrian people should not be let into this country, I feel disappointment in our people, because the first thing that we should recognize is the need to help a fellow human being. My point is, if there is one group of people who should have any say so, it should be the Native Americans; after all their blood will always remains on the hands of the American people, for eternity!
Help the Syrian refugees. Stop picking and choosing who deserves help. There is no difference between the French or the Syrian people; Murder is Murder, Death is Death, no matter how you look at it... Help the Syrian people; tomorrow it could be YOU that needs refuge! People from New Orleans should understand that concept; after all we were considered refugees in our own country!
P.S. FUCK BOBBY JINDAL. YOUR PARENTS WERE IMMIGRANTS TOO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
I read this on Facebook and I had to share it with my readers... Stop blaming shit on people's roots... those responsible for what happened in France will Follow the Buzzards...
Since 1980, we have had many people migrate to this country; Russians, Vietnamese, Iranians, Cubans, Nicaraguans, Polish, Haitians, Colombians, Iraqis, Nigerians, Cambodians, and the list goes on. So when I see or read the ignorant opinions of people, fueled by media on Face Book, InstaGram, and Twitter, about how the Syrian people should not be let into this country, I feel disappointment in our people, because the first thing that we should recognize is the need to help a fellow human being. My point is, if there is one group of people who should have any say so, it should be the Native Americans; after all their blood will always remains on the hands of the American people, for eternity!
Help the Syrian refugees. Stop picking and choosing who deserves help. There is no difference between the French or the Syrian people; Murder is Murder, Death is Death, no matter how you look at it... Help the Syrian people; tomorrow it could be YOU that needs refuge! People from New Orleans should understand that concept; after all we were considered refugees in our own country!
P.S. FUCK BOBBY JINDAL. YOUR PARENTS WERE IMMIGRANTS TOO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
I read this on Facebook and I had to share it with my readers... Stop blaming shit on people's roots... those responsible for what happened in France will Follow the Buzzards...
November 10, 2015
just got out... by King Steelo
Am I really a product of my environment or is it just an excuse? Six years ago, I spent 9 months in jail fighting a bogus charge. My parole time was up so I made bond. As soon as I touched the streets---my friends took me to a strip club. I went along because what better way to have a coming home party?
Afterwards my closest homie dropped me off and handed me 4 and a half ounces of cocaine. He said, "this is for you and you don't owe me shit! I know you just came home but I got a sweet set up for you. You will only be selling to the migos (referring to illegal aliens) Their club nights are on Thursday and Sunday. Furthermore they all snort and will never rat because they don't wanna get deported..." So my boy hooked me up some fly hispanic divas and they did all the transactions at the club. I was only the supplier and didn't have to get my hands dirty. Just like that---within 24 hours---I was back in.
I turned those 4 and a half ounces into a 9 piece and it was all profit. At the same time, I'd chill at the club and keep an eye on my investment. Before long---I'd be drinking and needing to snort some rails myself in order to level out. Money started coming in bundles and even though I had my day job as an auto-mechanic---my side hustle was bringin' in major dough...
I was immediately addicted to the fast money. I didn't miss a night at the club but I began missing days at work. I would be hung over and couldn't make it to work---so I constantly played sick. Unbeknownst to me---there was a special drug task force on the hunt and I was now on their radar. I'm usually on point but the drug usage and greed for money made me start slipping. I eventually began selling to anybody and was set up. I got hit with a secret indictment and the Becky debacle got me sentenced to 12 years. I look back and think about that night I had first gotten out---all those risk factors became the demise of my freedom and it has taking me 5 times of serving time in prison to finally learn my lesson...
Don't be like me---real friends don't put friends in situations of taking penitentiary chances. Walk away my niggas---pussy isn't even better than freedom! Support my movement of ending recidivism in Louisiana... Holla @ ya boy...
Afterwards my closest homie dropped me off and handed me 4 and a half ounces of cocaine. He said, "this is for you and you don't owe me shit! I know you just came home but I got a sweet set up for you. You will only be selling to the migos (referring to illegal aliens) Their club nights are on Thursday and Sunday. Furthermore they all snort and will never rat because they don't wanna get deported..." So my boy hooked me up some fly hispanic divas and they did all the transactions at the club. I was only the supplier and didn't have to get my hands dirty. Just like that---within 24 hours---I was back in.
I turned those 4 and a half ounces into a 9 piece and it was all profit. At the same time, I'd chill at the club and keep an eye on my investment. Before long---I'd be drinking and needing to snort some rails myself in order to level out. Money started coming in bundles and even though I had my day job as an auto-mechanic---my side hustle was bringin' in major dough...
I was immediately addicted to the fast money. I didn't miss a night at the club but I began missing days at work. I would be hung over and couldn't make it to work---so I constantly played sick. Unbeknownst to me---there was a special drug task force on the hunt and I was now on their radar. I'm usually on point but the drug usage and greed for money made me start slipping. I eventually began selling to anybody and was set up. I got hit with a secret indictment and the Becky debacle got me sentenced to 12 years. I look back and think about that night I had first gotten out---all those risk factors became the demise of my freedom and it has taking me 5 times of serving time in prison to finally learn my lesson...
Don't be like me---real friends don't put friends in situations of taking penitentiary chances. Walk away my niggas---pussy isn't even better than freedom! Support my movement of ending recidivism in Louisiana... Holla @ ya boy...
November 5, 2015
a quick message 2 drug users... by King Steelo
A message to friends, so called friends, associates and all you youngsters out here getting high and messing over your loved ones...
How do you expect me to feel your pain? All you come up with are excuses, excuses, excuses... when will it stop? Unfortunately never... I speak from experience... we as substance abusers justify using drugs again and again. Some blame it on a negative emotional state or swear that getting high is the easiest way to cope with life stressors. Others isolate themselves with low self esteem and keep a mask on but it only leads to a path of self destruction...
Still there is no escaping the fact we justify using drugs. We do it till the substance wins and we end up in prison or worse---------DEAD!!!
How do you expect me to feel your pain? All you come up with are excuses, excuses, excuses... when will it stop? Unfortunately never... I speak from experience... we as substance abusers justify using drugs again and again. Some blame it on a negative emotional state or swear that getting high is the easiest way to cope with life stressors. Others isolate themselves with low self esteem and keep a mask on but it only leads to a path of self destruction...
Still there is no escaping the fact we justify using drugs. We do it till the substance wins and we end up in prison or worse---------DEAD!!!
October 31, 2015
How to spot a user even close to home... by King Steelo
There are many ways on identifying a substance abuser. The obvious is from their appearance---but don't let it fool you because this mostly pertains to users who have given up and their drug or drugs of choice have taken complete control over them. They smell, their eyes are bloodshot and shiny, pupils dilated, their clothes are dirty and they walk around begging for money. Its easy to avoid these junkies.
On the other hand it is harder to identify users who are still in the closet. It could be your kids, family members, friends, co-workers, etc... You must tune into their attitudes and actions. Are they quick to argue or do they isolate themselves? Do they always make excuses when not holding up their end of responsibility or do they just lack motivation? Most of all---you can identify a user from the company they keep. Birds of a feather flock together, so users find each other, hang out and swear its good because they can relate to each other. Guilty by association maybe an assumption but its on you to quickly identify these characteristics and help your loved one by being a support system'
Who has the problem? You have the problem if you don't do something to help a substance abuser. We're all quick to point the finger but what happens when it hits close to home. Substance abuse doesn't discriminate - it will victimize anybody. Just imagine---help is just a phone call away or right next door. Helping someone pick up the pieces proves you can be a resolution to the problem instead of just identifying it...
On the other hand it is harder to identify users who are still in the closet. It could be your kids, family members, friends, co-workers, etc... You must tune into their attitudes and actions. Are they quick to argue or do they isolate themselves? Do they always make excuses when not holding up their end of responsibility or do they just lack motivation? Most of all---you can identify a user from the company they keep. Birds of a feather flock together, so users find each other, hang out and swear its good because they can relate to each other. Guilty by association maybe an assumption but its on you to quickly identify these characteristics and help your loved one by being a support system'
Who has the problem? You have the problem if you don't do something to help a substance abuser. We're all quick to point the finger but what happens when it hits close to home. Substance abuse doesn't discriminate - it will victimize anybody. Just imagine---help is just a phone call away or right next door. Helping someone pick up the pieces proves you can be a resolution to the problem instead of just identifying it...
October 10, 2015
Work Release or Modern Day Slavery?
Work Release or Modern Day Slavery?
By: King Steelo
By: King Steelo
Have you ever heard of work release? It's a program where prisoner's with 3 years and under- if they qualify- can work in the free world, earn money and learn how to stay employed before being released. Yet there is also a catch 22- the work release centers in Louisiana take 62% out of every inmates check. So in retrospect- the work release inmates are paying rent among other bills like $8 for a bag lunch that consists of 2 bologna sandwiches, a bag of chips and a piece of cake- no icing. If you work six days a week- that's $48 taking out of your check plus the 62% they are taking and don't forget taxes. What does that leave an inmate to keep for himself and save? Do you think it's fair?
In Collinston, Louisiana at the Morehouse Detention Center- they have a work release program and give a new meaning to modern day slavery. They keep their inmates locked on a tier - no yard time- and absolutely no privileges for their work release inmates. They just bring them to work at DG Foods which is a chicken plant in Bastrop, Louisiana. Most are paid the minimum wages of $7.25 an hour for gruesome work and if it wasn't for the employment of these inmates - DG Foods couldn't run this plant. They are aware of the injustices and how unfair this work release treats the inmates but turn the other cheek. 'All they really care about is their chicken.' In their defense- one of the big bosses recently said, " That place ( the work release) is powerful and we can't do nothing. They've been getting away with treating y'all like shit for years!"
DG Foods pay their employees every week. The work release picks up the checks of the inmates every week but don't pay them. Morehouse is notorious for holding back the checks of inmates. Some of them won't see a check or check stub till a month or 2 later. 'How is this legal?' Furthermore they only allow their inmates to spend $50 on commissary every 2 weeks.'Why? - probably to keep earning interest from having the inmates money in their bank.' It's ludicrous how Morehouse has been able to get away with these unlawful acts on prisoners that belong to the Louisiana Department of Corrections. A correctional officer recently said, "When parents and wives of the inmates call and complain to the work release about their loved ones not being paid- the work release people quickly place a check or 2 into the inmates accounts but still hold back a few checks. Also when they find out an inmate worker is trying to complain or get in contact with the Louisiana D.O.C.- they terminate them and ship them elsewhere.." Hearing this made me regret even agreeing to come to work release- but at the same time, someone has to do something.
I wrote this blog to ask for help from the outside world. Can somebody copy this blog and send it to the Louisiana Department of Public Safety and Corrections, the A.C.L.U. or even to Prison Legal News for me? I must remain anonymous or these people at Morehouse will retaliate by making up something to cross me out and possibly losing good time. Something has to be done because no other work release in the state is this bad! It's like DG Foods chicken plant is really a plantation from back in the days, the inmates workers are the slaves and the Morehouse work release officials are the overseers. 'This is modern day slavery and it must be stopped- S.O.S Help us...'
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October 2, 2015
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