2024-08-25 at 6:07 AM UTC
"I was in jail for a few years and one day in the visits hall there was a prisoner from the Traveller community who French kissed his father on the mouth to pass drugs in front of all of us and in front of the staff who immediately bounced on them both and lead them away. I don't do drugs but I can't imagine any amount of money or high that would make me full on French kiss my father or any other relative for that matter.
Used to see girls getting "played with" while wearing seriously short skirts in the visit halls too which was common I ended up getting to the stage of asking my wife not to bring my 1.5 year old daughter to visits anymore because the place as a zoo and I didn't want her seeing that carry on. Plus one of the screws nearly sent my daughter flying one day when running to pinch someone else for passing drugs.
I saw fake Xanex come into the prison that sent the druggies wild like nothing I have ever seen perfectly normal lads who as soon as they took these drug were running round carving good mates up with broken cerramic cups or literally riding each other on the wing in full view of the staff who just stood back and allowed it all to happen. The lads were keeping the drugs up their "prison wallets" and the blue dye of the tablets and shite would be up their backs and they didn't have a notion of who they were are where they were it was bedlum.
My first night inside never been in trouble before... long story short I had a car accident in which someone died and I got 22 months and it still haunts me to this day and always will. So anyways I was a fish very much out of water scared shitless on my first night in jail in bits couldn't sleep with the stress and worry and the whole jail was just constant 24 hour noise of boys of their heads or coming off stuff and in bad withdrawls lots of people with serious mental health problems and just ballbags making noise for the fun of it. So lying there I heard a large bang in the cell next to me and never thought much about it. Because I was on the induction wing the screws would come round every hour or so and shine a torch into your face through a hatch in the cell door to make sure you were still alive... he done my cell and moved onto next door and suddendly the bell went (they all carry emegency personal alarms to alert other staff to come running for whatever reason).. I could hear all the boots and people talking for ages outside my cell door and there was a bit of space around the door like a few sheets of paper thick that you could sort of see out of if you kept moving angles or sides of the door. A whole pile of staff standing looking into next door's cell for ages then they locked it up and all went away. About a hour later more boots down the corridor and again unlocked next door and then all I could see was a bright flash of light several times around my door as I lay there in the dark and the cell got locked again... I got that someone had taken photos and thought maybe the lad had smashed his TV in a rage or something. Another hour went passed and I would hear this squeaky wheel thing coming up the wing and I got up and through my various narrow few points in turned out to be a hospital gurney and I saw the staff take out the young lad from the cell beside me and place him into a body bag and zip it up and wheeled him back down the wing... he was 23 years old and had hung himself also his first night inside the loud bang I heard must have been kicking away his chair or table. Sorry not a fun story by any means but will definately stay with me forever."
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2024-08-25 at 6:36 AM UTC
Thinking of streaming me sleeping on Twitch so my first time streaming isn't awkward. Annoyed I can't link my Twitch to my Discord because of people here.
2024-08-25 at 7:31 AM UTC
Wondering if anyone would want to watch sick streams.
2024-08-25 at 3:11 PM UTC
Thirteen times I went to the well
To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumbled only caused me strife
Thoughts became words, cast into the sea
But they returned, always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times, and it's been lucky for me
After everything, you still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times, and I'm still alive
At thirteen I started down this path
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath
Years of clawing at scars that never healed
Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times, and it's been lucky for me
After everything, you still want me to bleed
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes
Because I've stood here thirteen times, and I'm still alive
2024-08-25 at 3:18 PM UTC
Kafka u should do softcore porno
2024-08-25 at 3:24 PM UTC
I loved Hawthorne Heights
2024-08-25 at 10:33 PM UTC
The proliferation of logging in British Columbia.
2024-08-25 at 11:02 PM UTC
And yet we have to pay $20 for one 2" by 8".
2024-08-26 at 1:26 AM UTC
The fishing sure is good in West Virginia.
2024-08-26 at 1:37 AM UTC
I watch a lot of true crime and sometimes I wonder why some cases are so intriguing like this Asunta case I just watched and then others are forgettable. And you’ll just never know what happened.
