So I already explained in the previous part a bit about the current situation. It's Almost Thanksgiving one of those holidays that I loathe because of my lack of family growing up. I mean my mother lived in New Jersey after the state wouldn't let her draw social security because of child support that CPS was after even though they knew she had recently been diagnosed with C.O.P.D., hypoxia, abnormal sleep apnea, clubbing, diabetes, and lung cancer. Depending on where I was placed at the time some of the placements i.e. temporary shelters and group homes had some really cool things that we did like hockey games or the San Antonio Spurs would come out with large donated dinners or presents for Christmas. That's besides the point though...
During the Covid-19 epidemic, there was little heard of how the coronavirus has affected those in jail or prison populations, because most people tend to forget about those in these places. In addition, healthcare for these inmates are one nurse to one hundred on average. With this, the majority of "infections" in prison populations could have been other illnesses, such as the flu, the common cold, or a stomach virus. For example, in one United States prison, the infected population was 2000 people which was approximately 2/3 of the prison population (Oladeru & Al Tran, 2020). This could prove that any illness, regardless of survival rate could run rampant in the U.S. criminal justice system.
Kevin stared at an old mark on the wall made during a scuffle with his brother many years before. He rocked back and forth on his bed with slow rhythmic anger. He held his arms close and tight to keep from striking out in anger. Mark's accusations reverberated within his mind, twisting with other dark thoughts from his troubled past. His rage increased to the point that he needed to cry out, but he knew that this would be a sign of weakness and would frighten the girls as well.
Well I am aware that Pandemia is not a word yet... but the state of the world upon my release from incarceration this last April could only be described as such. The Pandemic and the mania etc. was a bit surreal. I mean toilet paper shortages?!? Come on is it really that serious? It sure seems that It is. Or is that all just the media blowing all of this out of proportion to distract the public from something else?
One of the rites of passage teenagers are most excited about is driving, however, if they don’t follow their state’s traffic laws, they may suffer severe consequences. Each state has their own driving and licensing laws, in most states, you must be at least 16 years old to drive a vehicle and to apply for a driver’s license. Some states not only impose an age limit, but also a minimum amount of practice hours behind the wheel and a provisional driver’s license is issued before a permanent one.
Serial killer Randy Kraft has 16 confirmed victims. But based on a list-which authorities dubbed his "scorecard," he may have as many as 61 victims or more.
When it comes to love and dating, some like a chase. But what about those who are chasing the unattainable? Around the world, many women embark on relations with inmates, many whom are on death row. I decided to investigate as there’s legions of women who perhaps find Tinder a little mild.
Prison and jail life creates psychological strain that brings out primal animalistic behaviors that are meant to be survival instincts. In this paper I will be evaluating the film Gangs in Prison National Geographic Documentary. I hope to convey the internal infrastructure and subculture that exists within our own society and show what we allow to transpire within the walls of a jail or prison. This study will show the behaviors of inmates versus the guards as well as the practices of everyday life inside the walls of the Santa Rita Jail. This documentary covers the daily activities of the guards and inmates at Santa Rita Jail in California. It shows how the guards have to study the inmates constantly in order to figure out who is in what gang, and what gang is more likely to be problematic. Cameras take us through the facility and show us guard posts, cells, daily lives and activities, as well as the illegal activities of the prisoners and the retaliation of the guards. Within the walls of a jail we see behaviors and practices that bring up questions like:
I was 16, a juvenile delinquent, and incarcerated in Camp Mendenhall, Los Angeles County.
One day a friend showed up in suit and tie, posing as my attorney. He took me out to lunch, then proceeded to take me on a road of escape.
Now Living on and off with Turtle P, and my sister Lulu, running wrestling practices 3 times a week at "The Beasts" gym, my mind was really starting to prepare for the hellish voyage which I was hell-bent on embarking on. Unfortunately though, after a few crazy nights of drinking, I would soon find myself seeing Bigfoot everywhere. I was now laid up in a hospital bed being glued back together from a club shot I took to the head by my loony-toon sister Lulu and her unknown male companion for the night. While sitting there on the hospital bed, in walked this wildly looking thing, telling
I remember the bad man well. He was short, stocky, balding on top, and had the most calming smile. He was the type that would smile more the angrier he became, and foam would build at the corners of his lips. He turned red when he was at his worst, and he made life miserable for anybody with whom he came in contact. His name was Bob, and he was the single worst human I came into contact with in the prison system.
I had been lying there in my uncle’s motor home for three days in a puddle of putrid post heroin sweat. Not quite sleeping and not quite awake, but always aware of the demon crawling up and down my spinal cord. The sickness was just starting to settle in and I knew I had to do something soon. I could hear my relatives outside working and going on about their busy days. They were unaware of my presence.