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.
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