Random question.

 

But if so, what was the cause? Would you mind sharing your experience?

Why so curious Sammy? What did you do this time!

I hate to ask, but why you asking?

Nah. Im straight edge and afraid of getting butt fucked

I've visited people in prison. That's a task in and of itself in some places.

 

Spaztik: Yes, yes, you would be the first pick of the jailhouse ball. LOL

No.  I been put in handcuffs twice.  Once while my car was searched for no reason, and second for underage drinking/drunk in public when I was in college, but both times let go.  Can't say I've even been to jail.

I have an older brother that has spent most of his adult life in prison... all because he was a drug addict. Drug addiction can make you commit all kinds of crime, so his offenses ranged from attempted murder, to forgery. I used to send him money so he would have something special for his birthdays and Christmas. He got out about a year ago, and I heard from him a couple times then because he wanted cash, but I won't give him money when he's out of prison, because he's a drug addict. I have not heard from him since, probably never will, and I won't even know if he dies. I just don't want him around me or my family. He's just bad news.

 

I hope this helps with your research.

I have an older brother that has spent most of his adult life in prison... all because he was a drug addict. Drug addiction can make you commit all kinds of crime, so his offenses ranged from attempted murder, to forgery. I used to send him money so he would have something special for his birthdays and Christmas. He got out about a year ago, and I heard from him a couple times then because he wanted cash, but I won't give him money when he's out of prison, because he's a drug addict. I have not heard from him since, probably never will, and I won't even know if he dies. I just don't want him around me or my family. He's just bad news.

 

I hope this helps with your research.

awww that's really sad to hear man Must've been really hard on him too though.

Atleast you supported him while he was in.

 

And no guys, i'm not going to jail or anything lol, I was just really curious and wanted to see if I could get a decent conversation going

tl;dr samoose is to become a convict.

tl;dr samoose is to become a convict.

If there is any truth to that, I pity all the inmates... because it will take about a day or two and Samus would have the entire prison wired, and everyone under his complete control.

Had some friends in prison, even visited a max security women's prison here in California a couple of years ago. I don't have personal experience, but do know a fair amount of second hand knowledge should you be curious about anything in particular

I haven't and hopefully never will be but I have a brother who was in prison for ten years for something I can't remember nor want to. I visited him twice but I don't remember much except for it was my first pat down and I was scared.(I was about 11 years old then).

My friend was in jail for a day. From his experience through me, the atmosphere is different then everyday life and he was absolutely terrified. The worst of the worst all put in one facility tends to cause problems. So what you expect from it.

 

If your a Christian like me and my friend, where I can pick up energys from other people (me more then him). The air is a bit toxic, and it's one of the last places you'd want to be in good circomtances. He said he could feel evil. Not necessarily from the inmates, just kind of stained in the air.

I spent a month in a young offenders prison between Aug-Sep 2014. I've also spent several weekends in jail waiting for court. While maybe not the type of experience you were meaning, I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have. I'm also curious as to why you are asking?

I spent a month in a young offenders prison between Aug-Sep 2014. I've also spent several weekends in jail waiting for court. While maybe not the type of experience you were meaning, I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have. I'm also curious as to why you are asking?

Was watching beyond scared straight the other night and curiosity arose.

 

First question, what country was this and how old were you?

Also would you mind sharing the cause? (if not publicly, pm works too)

 

PS: Welcome to IRON!

There is a cafe in my city run by prisoners as part of their rehabilitation, which is technically inside the prison buildings. It serves good food, has very friendly staff (all Category D Prisoners, lowest level of security known as "open prison"), and all profits go to victim support charities. 

 

 

Anyway, if you want some idea about Prison, there are two good blogs I follow. 

http://prisonuk.blogspot.co.uk/

This one is written by a guy who had a 4 year sentence and served 2. He doesn't discuss his crime, but just what life in prison was like. It is entirely written after release on the basis of the diaries he kept inside prison. Its a good read, mixing prison experience with railing against the failures of the system to actually rehabilitate, and by extension, to protect the public. 

 

http://prisonerben.blogspot.co.uk/

This one is mostly inactive now, so I would go back to the start (around 2009). It is written by a Child murderer who spent over 30 years in prison, and the guy started blogging on a typewriter, and then posted the material to his editor who would put it online. He is also noteworthy for being the first prisoner in the UK to try writing a Ph.D in prison (he failed as the prison service lost all his papers and notes about halfway through). He has now been released and since then his posts became less interesting as they are more about prison policy than prison life, and make the same points somewhat repetitively. However the early stuff about prison life, and reflecting on his crime is very interesting. 

 

 

Both have a common theme of regarding prison as an ineffective tool for keeping the public safe, and think that underfunding of the prison system has caused the failure of rehabilitation in prison. These views are reflected in an interesting book called "Out of sight, out of mind," written by John Podmore, former governor of some of the UKs most notorious prisons. 

 

 

I have an older brother that has spent most of his adult life in prison... all because he was a drug addict. Drug addiction can make you commit all kinds of crime, so his offenses ranged from attempted murder, to forgery. I used to send him money so he would have something special for his birthdays and Christmas. He got out about a year ago, and I heard from him a couple times then because he wanted cash, but I won't give him money when he's out of prison, because he's a drug addict. I have not heard from him since, probably never will, and I won't even know if he dies. I just don't want him around me or my family. He's just bad news.

 

Well that's sad man. I hope he's well. It's sad cuz there is no cure to addiction as most of them bring a conformational change to your brain receptors that can last forever so that's unfortunate. But some rehabilitation programs which focus on social re-integration have been successful as it is believed that isolated people are more affected by addiction than those socially indulging...

 

Anyways prayers for your brother and for reducing your stress.

I have an older brother that has spent most of his adult life in prison... all because he was a drug addict. Drug addiction can make you commit all kinds of crime, so his offenses ranged from attempted murder, to forgery. I used to send him money so he would have something special for his birthdays and Christmas. He got out about a year ago, and I heard from him a couple times then because he wanted cash, but I won't give him money when he's out of prison, because he's a drug addict. I have not heard from him since, probably never will, and I won't even know if he dies. I just don't want him around me or my family. He's just bad news.

 

I hope this helps with your research.

My father is a druggie too. Before about a year ago the longest time I had ever seen him around was a month at most, he always found a way to get back into prison. And when I finally met him (I already hated him because my brother always wanted a father) for long enough for him to show his true self, I realized hating him was the right thing to do. He is a racist meth head who uses the word "Jigaboo" in all seriousness. He's the kind of guy who will have a 12 year old throw a grill-methlab in the forest for him. For about 6 months he lazed about on the couch until he did meth again and decided to skip parole, then he stole my moms van, went back to prison for a while, four or five months, and when he got out, my mom took him back. For the past four months we've been harboring a fugitive basically, since he never once went to a parole hearing, then a couple days back one of his methie friends went into someones house while he was high and started calling the woman who lived there a bitch, asking about some type of cables he thought she had, then he hit her 3 times. She called the cops and he barricaded himself in our garage, and said whatever was in the garage belonged to my mom and my POS father. She didn't know what was up there so she told the cops that everything up there was my fathers. Hopefully he stays in the farm with the other animals for a while.

 

I'm guessing it was probably a lot harder for you since you didn't have the gift of not knowing the person, or ever developing any kind of love or affection for them. 

 

Worst part about it is i'm gonna end up as crazy as his entire family, they all have some sort of mental illness, well I guess it's a kind of inheritance. 

 

I have an older brother that has spent most of his adult life in prison... all because he was a drug addict. Drug addiction can make you commit all kinds of crime, so his offenses ranged from attempted murder, to forgery. I used to send him money so he would have something special for his birthdays and Christmas. He got out about a year ago, and I heard from him a couple times then because he wanted cash, but I won't give him money when he's out of prison, because he's a drug addict. I have not heard from him since, probably never will, and I won't even know if he dies. I just don't want him around me or my family. He's just bad news.

 

Well that's sad man. I hope he's well. It's sad cuz there is no cure to addiction as most of them bring a conformational change to your brain receptors that can last forever so that's unfortunate. But some rehabilitation programs which focus on social re-integration have been successful as it is believed that isolated people are more affected by addiction than those socially indulging...

 

Anyways prayers for your brother and for reducing your stress.

 

Addiction doesn't work exactly like that. If you've ever been to a hospital and gotten an iv-drip of painkillers, it was probably an extremely pure form of heroin. Back in Vietnam everyone was worried the soldiers would come back addicted to morphine, but in the end a vast majority weren't. The way we treat addiction and the addicted definitely needs to change. If you've ever seen the show "Intervention", they all basically say the same thing "I won't love you if you are using". For me, it's not the fact that my father is a methie, its the fact that he decided it was more important to steal and do his drug then try and make a difference in our lives. Kinda glad he decided that though, cause here I am, smart and not racist.

Several years back I almost did I was under investigation for a series of B and E's and stealing tires off cars, stealing gas from external farm tanks...but my two friends rated on each other but since I was friends with both didn't say anything about them and the police didn't have anything that could specifically place me there I did not go

 

 

I'm guessing it was probably a lot harder for you since you didn't have the gift of not knowing the person, or ever developing any kind of love or affection for them.

My brother is 3 years older than me, and things were different when we were younger. He had this weird code that he lived by, that he could beat me up anytime he wanted... but nobody else could. He was very protective of me, and beat the shit out of anyone that picked on me, or stole money from me, or did anything to me really. I think he just liked to fight. So during my teens, everyone was afraid of me, so I didn't have too many problems in that area. He always had a weakness for anything that would get him high... started about 13 years old huffing gas in a baggie... then alcohol... pot... speed... crank... coke... heroin... meth... just anything. What a waste of life. My kids barely know who he is.

 

I'm guessing it was probably a lot harder for you since you didn't have the gift of not knowing the person, or ever developing any kind of love or affection for them.

My brother is 3 years older than me, and things were different when we were younger. He had this weird code that he lived by, that he could beat me up anytime he wanted... but nobody else could. He was very protective of me, and beat the shit out of anyone that picked on me, or stole money from me, or did anything to me really. I think he just liked to fight. So during my teens, everyone was afraid of me, so I didn't have too many problems in that area. He always had a weakness for anything that would get him high... started about 13 years old huffing gas in a baggie... then alcohol... pot... speed... crank... coke... heroin... meth... just anything. What a waste of life. My kids barely know who he is.

 

 

My brother was kinda the same way with the beating me up. I'm more of a druggie than he is, but that's not really saying much, the hardest thing I've had were a handful of percocets. My dad's side of the family however, they are all a bunch of used up druggie losers. My dad's nephew has six kids (another on the way) who my grandma takes care of, and his sister has 2 or 3 now, and both of those people are probably high off their asses right now on meth or heroin. And the first time I ever met my uncle I had bought some weed and we were smoking it (I was sixteen at the time) and he says to me "You wanna do some heroin?" and I just looked at him for a while thinking what the fuck, then he say's "We aren't gonna inject it or nothin, we just gonna snort it". I said no and was then offered hookers. I got a pretty good story out of I guess.

Well, hope you guys don't judge me.

 

I spent 3 years in prison for assault with a deadly weapon and destruction of private property.

 

When I was 16 my sister was dating an OK guy named Nick. Nick had been in prison for some drug use and driving violations including drunk driving. He swore off drugs, and promised her he would get clean and get on the straight and narrow.

 

One day, a Thursday I believe because it was after baseball practice, my cousin had just dropped me off at home and was grabbing something from the garage that he left the previous week. As I opened the front door and took some steps inside, Nick shoved me out of the way and bolted to his car. I figured that he was running late for something, so I dropped my equipment bag by the door and headed off to the kitchen to see what was for dinner.

 

As I crossed through the family room, I saw my sister on the floor near one of the couches, blood on her face. I think a bit of me snapped right there. I ran towards the door, grabbed my bat from my bag and yelled out the door for my cousin Travis to "Grab that fucker Nick.". According the travis' side of things, he was already on his way to Nick's car to show him a car part he had just bought for his car. I don't remember much from that exact moment, I just remember Travis holding the back of his shirt and a " whoa wait" when I brought my bat across the back of his head.

 

Official record is I hit him 16 times. Then I went on to smash his cars Windows, windshield, and destory parts of his center console in his car along with some damage to the outside. Travis called the cops and we waited on the curb for them to arrive.

 

It was originally an attempted murder charge due to injuries, but agreed to drop it for assault with a deadly weapon if I agreed to be tried as an adult. They went lienet on me in sentencing for a guilty plea because of my emotional distress, the sight of my sister, and if I plead guilty they would let my cousin off the hook. Travis refused to have the charges dropped, so I got 5 years with possibility of parole in 3.5, Travis got 2.. Travis got out in 1.5 years for good behavior. He was only charged with being an accomplice, I got out in 3 for good behavior, school degree in hand. I got my GED in prison, applied through a rightful education program and earned an actual diploma with some college credit.

 

As for the experience...it was mixed.

 

Life was everyday. Wasn't some horror movie, or terrible cop show drama. Most of the guys there were in for small stuff, theft, robbery, carjacking. You get the picture. Most were just guys who didn't know anything else. One guy was there because he held up a corner store, because he was laid off work and had bills to pay and kids to feed. He felt so bad about it he turned himself in. Most aren't sorry for what they do, it's their way of life. They aren't bad guys, most of them anyway. Just outside your typical...er law abiding citizen. They just want to do their time, get out and rebuild their lives. There was on guy, Trey, nicest guy that I ever met, big black guy, was there on rape charges because his boyfriend and him were in the middle of...activities when his boyfriends preist father came home early, caught them, and Trey's boyfriend claimed Trey had broken in and forced him into such a thing. Even though the cops took his phone into evidence and had proof that was not the case, it was a small town in the American South. He didn't stand a chance.

 

But I ramble.

 

We got up, lights on, 7am every morning. Drop off laundry, breakfast, shower, yard time, study/vocational training, lunch, yard time, free time, facility maintinece, letters, dinner, shower, free time, lights out 9pm every night.

 

There were fights, stabbings, threats, gangs, but mostly everyone just tried to make it to the end. You stayed away from the people you knew were trouble, get to know a guard or two because maybe their wife has a book you like or makes extra cookies for their kids class and hey you seem like nice enough kid.

 

All about keeping you mouth shut, the head down, and surive.

 

Moral of the story, got out, joined the army because it was at a period in the war that they just needed bodies to fill uniforms, and here I am.

 

Hope this little delve into my life was worth the read. Hope no one thinks I'm the boogy man now, rather big stigmatism after people know you saw the manufacturer's warranty on the lock. Oh well, I trust you guys.

Really really interesting story Dandy. Thank you for sharing that with us.

 

And no I don't think you're the boogey man haha, pretty sure many of us would have reacted the same in your situation, don't find it anything but normal tbh

Yup, would've had similar reaction their dandy.

I was in class 3 or something, my lil sis was in KG, some boy annoyed her, so she told me, I just went and kicked him in the nuts lol. Turns out he had a big brother in 10th or something, got a very nice beating after school, but that boy never bothered my sis again.

 

Anyway, perhaps I've been fortunate enough to not have visited the jail nor I know of anyone that's been to jail. I did talk my way out of it (and give a pack of cigarettes) because the number plate color of my once-recently bought vehicle was a bit too fancy for the law.  Nothing ever serious. 

I've been detained and charged with minor things several times, but I've never even been to jail.

 

 

Well, hope you guys don't judge me.

I spent 3 years in prison for assault with a deadly weapon and destruction of private property.

When I was 16 my sister was dating an OK guy named Nick. Nick had been in prison for some drug use and driving violations including drunk driving. He swore off drugs, and promised her he would get clean and get on the straight and narrow.

One day, a Thursday I believe because it was after baseball practice, my cousin had just dropped me off at home and was grabbing something from the garage that he left the previous week. As I opened the front door and took some steps inside, Nick shoved me out of the way and bolted to his car. I figured that he was running late for something, so I dropped my equipment bag by the door and headed off to the kitchen to see what was for dinner.

As I crossed through the family room, I saw my sister on the floor near one of the couches, blood on her face. I think a bit of me snapped right there. I ran towards the door, grabbed my bat from my bag and yelled out the door for my cousin Travis to "Grab that fucker Nick.". According the travis' side of things, he was already on his way to Nick's car to show him a car part he had just bought for his car. I don't remember much from that exact moment, I just remember Travis holding the back of his shirt and a " whoa wait" when I brought my bat across the back of his head.

Official record is I hit him 16 times. Then I went on to smash his cars Windows, windshield, and destory parts of his center console in his car along with some damage to the outside. Travis called the cops and we waited on the curb for them to arrive.

It was originally an attempted murder charge due to injuries, but agreed to drop it for assault with a deadly weapon if I agreed to be tried as an adult. They went lienet on me in sentencing for a guilty plea because of my emotional distress, the sight of my sister, and if I plead guilty they would let my cousin off the hook. Travis refused to have the charges dropped, so I got 5 years with possibility of parole in 3.5, Travis got 2.. Travis got out in 1.5 years for good behavior. He was only charged with being an accomplice, I got out in 3 for good behavior, school degree in hand. I got my GED in prison, applied through a rightful education program and earned an actual diploma with some college credit.

As for the experience...it was mixed.

Life was everyday. Wasn't some horror movie, or terrible cop show drama. Most of the guys there were in for small stuff, theft, robbery, carjacking. You get the picture. Most were just guys who didn't know anything else. One guy was there because he held up a corner store, because he was laid off work and had bills to pay and kids to feed. He felt so bad about it he turned himself in. Most aren't sorry for what they do, it's their way of life. They aren't bad guys, most of them anyway. Just outside your typical...er law abiding citizen. They just want to do their time, get out and rebuild their lives. There was on guy, Trey, nicest guy that I ever met, big black guy, was there on rape charges because his boyfriend and him were in the middle of...activities when his boyfriends preist father came home early, caught them, and Trey's boyfriend claimed Trey had broken in and forced him into such a thing. Even though the cops took his phone into evidence and had proof that was not the case, it was a small town in the American South. He didn't stand a chance.

But I ramble.

We got up, lights on, 7am every morning. Drop off laundry, breakfast, shower, yard time, study/vocational training, lunch, yard time, free time, facility maintinece, letters, dinner, shower, free time, lights out 9pm every night.

There were fights, stabbings, threats, gangs, but mostly everyone just tried to make it to the end. You stayed away from the people you knew were trouble, get to know a guard or two because maybe their wife has a book you like or makes extra cookies for their kids class and hey you seem like nice enough kid.

All about keeping you mouth shut, the head down, and surive.

Moral of the story, got out, joined the army because it was at a period in the war that they just needed bodies to fill uniforms, and here I am.

Hope this little delve into my life was worth the read. Hope no one thinks I'm the boogy man now, rather big stigmatism after people know you saw the manufacturer's warranty on the lock. Oh well, I trust you guys.

I would have done the same thing if it were my sister. I may or may not have helped blow up someones car in a similar situation one time.