Driving Straight Down a Curvy Road

Another gang fight over access to the phones!  It's times like these that I understand just how animalistic men can become and how easily we can not only succumb to this arcane behavior but the easier justification we can as quickly relent. I see how astonishingly uncaring men can be with a marked lack of empathy, especially when it comes to violence, but also find no surprise when thinking about the popularity of spectator sports such as boxing, martial arts and MMA fights. I guess being in here is no different except here I have ring-side seats and the unfortunate opportunity at times to have been the main event... The majority of prison violence is centered around one of a few main things. The phones are by far the predominant catalyst. It wasn't always that way. Not so long ago, maybe seven years, calls were expensive. $7.00 for a local call. This kept most guys from making calls. Around that time a class-action lawsuit was won on behalf of prisoners and inmates across the ...

 Associations. I try to keep the number of people I associate with to a bare minimum - looking at quality, not quantity. Of course, considering my situation, quality is in short supply. I do have a couple good friends or "stickmen" that I know have my back and will stand with me. These friends are priceless in a place that at times is more of a war zone than a controlled environment. I am loyal to a fault and expect the same out of those that I call friend. Overall inmates are broken into five major gangs:      Bloods.     Cripts.     AB's.     MS13.     Muslims. I consider the Muslim community a gang as does any other convict. While not recognized officially, they embody all the necessary elements much the same way as the Nation Of Islam - NOI. Once considered a "hate" group, they now fall into a self-titled religious affiliation. Whatever! But there are many smaller gangs as well:     Skinheads.     Nazis....

 Overall my days are quite monotonous. I live more of an existence than a life. Some of the time is actually a fight for survival - not only physically, but mentally. For me it's just a pause in time. Although I age and grow older, I grow more in maturity and wisdom. Everyday I wake, look out the 2'x2' window. Gazing at the razor sharp wire along the perimeter fence, the sun sparkling off each sharp strand - reminding me of the threat of harm to not only my body, but my mind as well. It seems the razor wire not only physically keeps me here, but somehow mentally prohibits me from really thinking of a life other than this. It's a terrible thing to want simple freedom so desperately. To look out at the beginnings of the world so close and limitless, yet it may as well be unseen over the horizon. And well it should be, at least then I wouldn't be terrorized and tortured with an absolute of not being able to have what I desire most. Life! I often wonder if this reality ...