Archive for May, 2012

Life In The Joint: State Of Affairs.

Posted in Prison Life with tags on May 28, 2012 by doingtimeabroad

The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom. ~ Schopenhauer

It’s been a busy week, workouts (very intensive and achieved my maximum on Bench press and on Squat). All week preparation, waiting and anticipation of the search-attack by our corrupt cops buddies; finally they didn’t show up, but I know they will love to take us by surprise as always. But we’ve got our alert system and sentry; Eyes wide Open;)

Glad they didn’t turn up, at every time and moment we hear of up coming search, most walk with their hearts in their mouths. Matter-of-factly, not knowing what you will lose is devastating; on the last one, they nicked my money, micro SD card and its adaptor.

Guess I’m wiser now, don’t leave nothing behind…… We are criminals and the cops are corrupt; thus they are criminals in uniform and sanctioned by the law to steal (Flippin Dogs steal with authority).

My back has been very sore, did loads of yoga and stretching. Feeling a bit better, but my sore back and sciatica is having a toll on me. Those doesn’t stop me from my daily exercises, as I have learned the latter helps.

If we had colour system for alertness; guess it should be orange as the situation and tempers are rising. A dope head was in a fight with another inmate, serious, as knife was drawn and they chose the wrong place to fight; higher grounds on top of the cells. Water tubes and connection were destroyed during the brawl. Guess, we’ll be left without water for days. Hope it doesn’t get to that.

Most brawls in the centre are largely over debts; money borrowed in good faith or things sold in good credibility. Then time to pay back, then come the never-ending stories. The creditors could and will do anything to retrieve their money. One of the lads who has been on the receiving side of hot punches and sometimes knives drawn at him for money owed, borrowed $2 from me; for months now. I totally neglected him, was in shock when he called me and said, he will pay. flipping bullocks!

The female custodia (Warden) who was nicked as she tried to smuggled in illegal stuffs for inmates is back on duty. Apparently, she is the one who gets us to the clinic, but only if you tip or pay her. Got an appointment on the 1st of May to get my medications, it’s Sun, May 27, 2012 and nothing or whatsoever has been done. Such is our plight!

She is back in business as usual; bringing in things for the lads. Once you can pay for her services, she will deliver. I’ll rather want her for a better satisfying personal service;)

Many will be waiting to see what will happen to the lad that drew his knife during the infamous brawl. But as we all know, nothing will be done to him as he’s not the first to do that and neither will he be the last.
Talking of knives; we lost the one that my LiL cell mate spent all his energy to make. He needed it badly as he prone to get into trouble, but it was a sort of assurance that we have one. Knives could be fashioned out of any solid metal; all one need is patience to work on the edges till you achieved that sharpness, which the lad did. I knew he will need it someday as he’s always into trouble with others in the pavilion. Too bad, he never get to use it. Guess back to his drawing board.

I have trained myself to think before taking any stupid actions; my weapons are anything and everything around me. But I pray it doesn’t come to that. I know quite a few who will like to have a go with me. They feel intimidating by my size, like the animals we are; if you don’t trouble me, I won’t trouble you.

Finally, weekend is officially over! Not in my cell as the lad who got pissed from downing a little too of my brew has moved into my cell. But won’t be sleeping in the cell, he’s the new Batman; will be sleeping on top of the cell like others. He’s allowed to use all facilities and will be part in cleaning and maintenance of the cell.

He has to leave his previous place as it’s not safe for him; got into fight with an older inmate and did some Tyson on the man’s eyebrow; Dude flippin chewed bit of the old fella brow. Guess he was damn hungry, hope someone tell the authority.

The day in The Joint/Slammer ends with all sort of incidents and rumours of incidents. Living through each day is survival as the battle rages. Many are in a state of Cold war, bottling up the rage and anger; maybe to a time they can keep it any longer. Thus, the need to be armed and armed to one’s teeth.

Sitting by the wailing wall…….Hope signal will remain stable so as to upload this instalment of my blog.

It hasn’t been an easy race so far, but one with downs and lots of downs. Strength comes from waking up alive to each new day and the ability to continue; the zeal to survive the Joint.

Make the best use of what is in your power, and take the rest as it happens. ~ Epictetus

The Slammer; Another Round of Promises, Dramas and more from our busy lives in The Joint!!!

Posted in Uncategorized on May 1, 2012 by doingtimeabroad

It’s 19:32:03 on Sat, Apr 28, 2012! The heart of the weekend; same routine for most inmates, music and smoke of fags fills the air as they serenade in the best of what life can over behind the four walls of the pavilion.

Made it to the gym early today, but on an empty stomach as the lads woke up early for the weekly general cleaning and washing of the cell. Started with arms and to round up with legs, but excruciating pain on my lower back and legs flippin killing me. Into my workout, the Director and his lads came in; nice fella.

He was the head of the wardens and has given 16 years of his young life to the system; thus, he knows more that most inmates will know, but he has never been locked up and seeing another man walk away with the key;)

Had to stopped my workout as he took over the hall to discuss our basic problems, namely #Water, #Electricity, #Patio, #Visit Hours, #Conjugal (not applicable to me; wanking helps;)

And the king of all problems; #Medical. our pavilion is filled with old inmates compare with the Nationals, where they are mainly young adults. He has promised to do something about it. Even promised to talk to the cops to allow families to bring vitamins and over-the-counter medication needed by inmates on regular basis. Lately, if not for my Embassy, one have to pay wardens to buy medication worth $5 and pay another $5 to same to bring it in. Isn’t that real business? Bleeding us dry!

We all voiced out our predicaments and hope he will do all he promised. Lost my Mojo for workout, parked up and in, had cheese and my shake. Water was running when I got in, washed my clothes and showered and flippin slept; woke up hungry like my cats; always nibbling something;)

My training mate made fish while I fried plantain (Patacones; apparently my best Latin American food)! ;). We had a good lunch. Many in the pavilion will dine on fishes today as they were sold yesterday while I was napping after my workout. It’s gonna be like a flippin fish market. A point about fish was also raised during the meeting with the Director; that we are the only pavilion that the cops at security on visit days will ask visiting families to take out the fishes meant for us. And many of us don’t have families or friends here, our lawyers are the only contact with the outside world, except me (my smartphone does take me beyond the walls of the prison;)

Many rely on their thieving Liars, oooops meant Lawyers to bring them groceries, but then, they are also turned down by the flippin securities. At the end of the day, one is left to other from a thwart who walks in the prison groceries and pays 30% of whatever you buy, after paying the VAT! Isn’t that how people fleece others in jail and go home as millionaires.

Well, I hope something will be done about the situation as life is deteriorating on daily basis. There’s a full blown of flu in the centre, coughing and spitting in every corner, we cook in the cells, one’s life is virtually in the cell as the centre is so congested, nowhere to sit around.

Gotta fry all the chicken as there’s no ice, bought 8pcs of complete chicken legs, had them in ice for two days now, but Saturdays, the Paquito (Our Mail order system guys; the lads who goes up daily to buy things from the grocery shop) don’t work. Thus, no ice today, frying them all will help preserve them for another day.

Monday, is family visit, many with families in Panama, will be too happy to spent the extended visit hour with their loved ones. It’s usually 45Mins, but the Director promised to extend it to 1hr. 30mins. Enough time to cuddle the missus and play with the kids. Those of us without families have to do by waiting for them to come in and see what they will give or sell. But glad my Embassy has not totally abandon us like most European and North America Embassies have done to their citizens here. Ours, make sure we get all basic necessities to make life a ‘bit’ comfy for us and also chip in bit and bits when time allows. But the monthly visit is the best so far; what more can an inmate ask? Nada mas…..

Just gone up to the see the old-timer that was stabbed; one barely see any stab point, just a little point but bloody deep and tampered with his nerves; he’s lying and his cell mates had to help him with barely every thing. He will need therapy of diverse sorts, but he ain’t getting any flippin help here. Too bad he didn’t think of this when he was beating the lad with a 2×4 wood.

It’s always said that muscular built men don’t think with their brain but are deceived by their muscular body; guess I ain’t that sort. I think loads and sometimes let it go, even money owed. Got much to want to live for; it’s a journey I want to see the end.

It’s Fish night in the pavilion as many are frying all the fishes they bought yesterday for fear they will stale by tomorrow; flippin hot and no ice. Hope no drunk head feed bones to my kittens.
It’s 14:31:50 on Sun, Apr 29, 2012! Just has my lunch (Curry with vegetables, and chicken I fried last night)! Made enough for everyone in the cell and 4 others. Sometimes, it’s nice eating together; wouldn’t like to be greedy like some of my mates.

Raining cats and dogs outside; lightening and thunder. Many are with water containers banging on the door for the cop to open up so they can fetch some of the rain water. But ain’t no bloody cop around. Can’t imagine, there’s no water and it’s raining, they won’t allow us to get some; which is free and a million times better than our tap water.

I’m out sitting in the gym hall, rarely come down here, except during my workout hours. A bit airy now as many are napping or cooking and others doing what they do in weekends; snorting, binged drinking, passing joints. Others are getting themselves groomed for tomorrow’s family visit. Those are the lucky and chosen ones;), keeps me wondering when ‘ll I get to see my loved ones. Only God knows and holds answers to such question.

Hope, they’re praying to whatever god (s) they hope on to keep the sky clear tomorrow, ‘cos if it rains, it will disrupt all the activities lined up for tomorrow and marred the occasion. That’ll be a big blow to the administration.

The Director made good of one of his promises yesterday; we had the Catholic priest here today and the door was opened for him. the zealous inmates turned up in their hundreds; each forsaking the pleasure and comfort of the sunday’s morning sleep. Was a nice sight seeing the gym hall filled with inmates who’re longing for a redemption and a way out; but the system can’t provide such.

It’s 22:04:08 on Mon, Apr 30, 2012:

Flippin can’t upload my blog as the signal is simply Malo:( , so gotta add more and send it to Schat;) she’s been a massive support and the kids are doing pretty well. Bless her and my lil musketeers.

Anyway, it was family visit today; made me thought deeply of my family and loved ones. Hope I see them soon and give them that warm embrace and say; I’m back home!

Like every visit day, many hit the gym as early to look pumped for the visit. Glad they won’t be here tomorrow to disturb my workout. Had a quick breakfast and hit the gym.

Mondays; our Chest day, had an intensive workout with my group and rounded up on time before 1pm.

Like all visit days, there will be lot of. Food; but mostly carbohydrates! Lol 😉
White Rice (but my friends thinks once colour is added, it’s no longer white rice;), loads of that white rice cooked in different styles; flippin same with rice. Then comes Yuca (Cassava), Potatoes and Green plantain; all mixed with rice).
Bit and pieces of chicken (fried and heavily salted); glad I cooked lentils + ripen plantain + fried eggs for my Lunch after workout. I knew what was coming, so I got myself ready and waiting. I flippin don’t understand how they get their balanced diet by chucking in so much carbs.

While they busy themselves, I took a quick nap, but just couldn’t as the noise was damn too much and my flippin Bully of a compatriot who doesn’t respect laid down rules in each cell; when told I was napping, kept screaming my name. If for something good, would’ve been ok, but to help him download some flippin porn video clips. I’m tired of teaching and showing him how to do it, over and over again. Like a million times….. And he won’t flippin grasp a thing.

There’s food and more of it in the pavilion, guess what will sell most tonight will be Sal Andrews as many will indulge in excess of what they brought it; hope no one clogs up the toilet tonight.

It’s so hot, drinking water every now and then is the only thing that keeps me going. On our visit days; so much comes in; legal and illegal stuffs. By Tuesday, loads of selling and buying in the pavilion.

Had a chat with my now released mate and a fellow blogger. He told me of how they were treated by the Panamanians authorities; we all know how corruption has eaten deep into the core of the public service in Panama. Despite spending 14 Months and being acquitted by the court of law. None of their stuffs and personal effects were returned to them. Being a professional photographer; he had his camera and other work-related materials. They lost everything to itchy fingers cops. The joy of their freedom overshadowed the pain and anger towards the authorities for stealing from them.

It’s 06:52:04 on Tue, May 1, 2012!

Woke up early to use the loo and check on my feline pals; they’re doing pretty good; playing around their mother.

Glad I have Andrews liver salt, flippin helped after indulging in all the exotic meals that came in yesterday’s family visit.

Just reheat my lentils and ripen plantain; flippin might have it for breakfast with fried eggs as I don’t have any cereals left:(

I rather eat something to hold be longer than walk into the gym on an empty stomach. Set up water for an early coffee. Got an appointment for Bi-monthly clinic visit, flippin doubt if they will come for me and my compatriots. It could be in another two months; going to the clinic is a treasured affair. Most inmates, just getting there will cure their ills;)

I’m out of my medication, need some to keep me going.

Today I likely going be our big market day; loads to be sold and another Fashion week by my all round trader-compatriot. Most of the clothes that came in yesterday will hit the table to be sold. It’s all about survival; trading in what you have to get what you want. We sometimes do barter trade; exchange of goods or services (like my village friends, who’re willing to get shoved or do some BJ’s for other favours;) lol! They say “One hand washes the other” innit?

That reminds me, the Drunk is owing my 3 bucks, gotta get him to clean my fan as there no way in the nearest future of getting that money from him. He just walked past me and I told him of what I think; happily agreed! Guess we all go home happy;)

Gotta get my coffee and get ready for the day; a new day and a new beginning. I’ve got to make the best of it!

Many will come and go; we all came in, walking or being wheeled in. But our departure could be way different; some will walk out, while others will leave wheeled, maimed or in stiffened and in bodybags. Pray to leave Whole and in sound mind.

Life in the joint goes on as we wrangle, hustle and hassles for our survival and existence.