I had done a lot of time in my life and was tired of prison. I wanted to get out. I’d been thinking about this for a long
to the side and said, “You don’t know it yet, but I’m going on parole, and you’re going to help me get there!” My
kidding. With all the hatred I could muster I shouted, “Look you stupid S.O.B., you ain’t got no choice! Every
as evidence against you, and you’ve been accepting money from the state under false pretenses. Now you bring
moment. Then I handed him a letter from the people who had received the money in the letter he had taken out. It
bastard,” I continued, “you bring a shirt tomorrow, trousers the next day and so on until I have the complete
neatly placed it in the bottom of the foot locker. Then I told this dumb cop to call me off my job when ever the
were on hand when my room was being searched, I could talk the searcher out of going to far into my locker.
Some cops do their job and look at everything in the room, but most of them don’t like searching and can easily be
searcher. One of the first things convicts learn when they first come to a joint is how to beat the search team. Like,
discovered. The dude searching will usually abandon the search when he finds the piece you salted, and he leaves
hand there is that occasional sharp cop who can’t be fooled. When this happens, you’re in trouble. So the way you
your bedding, etc. If the complaints keep coming about the guy, joint big shots take the attitude that “where there’
he’s doing a better job that anyone else.
One morning my duck called and said the search team was going to be in his unit. I rushed and stood nonchalantly
room he failed to search. I even complimented him on his thoroughness. When he came to the foot locker I said,
gets tired just looking at the job. They’ll usually just give the box a once over lightly and quit. I pointed to a master
list might make the job more bearable; that it was packed military style; and it took me hours to do it. “But you got
on.” The dude was impressed by my politeness and complimentary attitude and he was convincing himself that a
foot locker to place them on the bed--if he didn’t mind; and that he could glance at the list to see how orderly I
consistently found things in order, he’d feel he’s wasting his time; and the old buddy association I was developing
It happened just as I thought.. He removed the top row of clothing and about half of the next, then said, “O.K., you’
in action soon. Tomorrow morning, I thought, was as good a time as any.
My duck comes on duty at 7:45 a.m. At 8:00 a.m. the night shift goes home, and at the same time there is a major
room, slip into the broom closet, get into the uniform then melt into the crowd unnoticed. I would go to the exit
of officers waiting to go home. The procedure for releasing officers from the security area at the joint is done like
between two locked steel doors). When he’s satisfied he’s only releasing staff, he pushes a button which opens the
opened, an officer looks at everyone to assure the sergeant made no mistakes. Once the second door is opened
When everyone passes through the administration building, there is a final sallyport where a tower man and a
the doors were nightshift people and I had suspected that because they were tired and sleepy, they released
morning I would find out how correct my suspicions were.
The night passed slowly. I had a difficult time sleeping, so I spent most of the night going over and over every
out. I grabbed the uniform and rushed to the broom closet. The uniform fit like a glove! It’s funny how clothes can
thought of my stupid duck and decided I was better of as a hood.
During morning work release, the day shift officers stand in the center of the corridor as inmates pass up and
control room and they are usually looking into the units being released; their faces are away from the corridor
officers’ stations, I took my duck’s lunch box for realism. He started to object and I said, “Don’t say it, you dummy,
mirror identifying people. Then suddenly the bolt snapped and the electric door opened. Everyone stepped into
face. The officer looked everyone over from a small unbreakable window, and he was being careful. I thought it
momentary distraction, he opened the second door.
When I was crossing the patio to the administration building, an officer coming on duty stopped me and asked me
alone, and alone, an unfamiliar officer was certain to be challenged. I searched my pockets quickly and said,
officer was flirting with a little blond secretary and just let everyone pass because they were all uniform personnel.
entrance building--main gate as it was called--would identify the people leaving. If he recognized everyone, he
before the gate to freedom can be opened.
As the group approached this final sallyport my heart was in my throat. I began to think for the first time there was
gate. I kept my head low without being obvious about it. The tower man was scanning faces. Then he shouted,
like I was trying to keep the sum from blinding me and looked up, slightly waving my hand at him to indicate I
large group of officers standing in the main gate sergeants’ station ready to be admitted after the night crew were
The gate sergeant’s eyes were scanning the group. I was trying to be inconspicuous by looking slightly away from
shouted, “You, the officer with his back to me, come over here. I approached the window he was looking through
and had about decided to suddenly hit the fence even though I knew the tower man would shoot at me. I was mad
new officers out here.” Thinking quickly, I replied in an apologetic voice, “I’m sorry sarg. But I thought the training
growled in a tone indicating he was irritated with me. He opened the gate, and as I entered the gate house, he
time to run to my car before the training officer gets here? I forgot my I.D. card.” The sergeant looked disgusted.
dropped to my knees behind a car and crawled on my stomach and slid under the barbed wire fence to the safety
shoulder. No one was in it so I assumed the driver had run out of gas. I decided to stand in front of the car and
had experienced car troubles. It worked! I had been standing about two minutes when this car pulled over. The
What was worse I recognized him as one of the wing officers at the joint I had just left. I was caught. “Get in.” he
t let me. “Where to?” he asked with a half smile. “The first town you come to so I can get some gas,” I managed to
run me back to the car. He asked if I was a new employee at the joint and I was glad to confess I was. Then I said,
you know, you sure remind me of someone I’ve met before!” “Really? Well…no! I’m sure we’ve never met,” I
was miles away from that prison. I was hungry and tired so I decided to rob a store near the outskirts of the
Never mind how I got the gun. I was eventually apprehended, convicted and returned. I hated that stupid cop I
the thing which led to my apprehension and new conviction. Eventually I had to testify at his trial. Of course I
“Anything else you folks would like to know?” I asked my interviewers.
“Only one thing. Now that you are back in prison, are you trying to acquire, or have you acquired another duck?”
I leaned back on my chair, fixed my eyes on the petitioner as I thought about the question, took a stick of chewing
door, smiled, and said, “They don’t sell gum in these joints…later, man!”
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Fear the Drowning Deep
By Sarah Glenn Marsh
Jul 26, 2017 Get this from a library! Fear the drowning deep. Sarah Glenn Marsh - In 1913, when a series of murders and disappearances occur in a small town on the Isle of Man, sixteen-year-old Bridey must conquer her fear of the water and stand against the monsters of the deep. Download PDF An Exorcist Possessed: A Relentless Supernatural Thriller (EDWARD KING Book 3) Free Download PDF Animal Behavior for Shelter Veterinarians and Staff eBook Download PDF Brothers & Sisters: A gripping psychological thriller that will have you hooked Book.
The most difficult books to review are those that aren’t really good or really bad – just all those mediocre books.
It seemed so promising! Set on the Isle of Man at the very beginning of the 20th century, it could have explored a fairly unique place and time for YA novels. Unfortunately, Fear the Drowning Deep is just really silly.
Sixteen-year-old Bridey spends the entire book careening between crises, making very little distinction between being teased by her sisters, forced to get a job by her parents, and witnessing the disappearances of various friends and neighbors. Her most consistent character trait is that she hates and fears the ocean, which is more than a little inconvenient on a small island where fishing is the main economy.* Of course everything comes back to that, and she must face her fears to save the day.
It became such a hodgepodge of fantasy elements and mundane details that I couldn’t get a good sense of whether the fantasy was rooted in actual myths from the time and place, and the book did not inspire me to do any additional research. Adding to the disconnect was the mundane details were often given far more drama than the fantastical—a sea serpent must just be dealt with, , but a nosy and judgmental neighbor can warp your entire life, apparently.
*This lead to an extra level of unbelievability for me, which was not the author’s fault. I just love the ocean so much that I can’t even conceive anyone feeling otherwise. If I could live where I could see and smell the ocean all the time, I would be in heaven!
Twisted: The Girl Who Uncovered Rumpelstiltskin’s Name
By Bonnie M Hennessy
Twisted, on the other hand, is not silly or mediocre — it is confusingly both very good and very bad, so I was never sure if I was enjoying it or not (up until the big climax, when I was most certainly not). It is a retelling of the Rumpelstiltskin story, which is a big part of the problem, since that story is awful. The central woman in the original story has almost no personal agency, and is tossed from man to man: her father to the king, to Rumpelstiltskin, and then back to the king, who becomes her husband.
By trying to flesh out the story and give more depth to each character, the author took on a really challenging task, but unfortunately it just highlights how awful all of the men are and how terribly they treat the heroine. Early on I told Rebecca that I couldn’t tell whether the book was chauvinist or misandrist, which is a very odd spot to be in. Set sort of indeterminately in an England-type place in an 18th-19th century-type time, the king is now a duke in this version, with neighboring lands to heroine Aiofe’s previously wealthy but now struggling family. Mild spoiler: early on in their relationship, he clumsily tries to engage with her, crowding her space and touching her without permission (very bad! men are the worst!), at which point Aiofe panics and prepares to attack with an ax she has on hand (oh…uh…I’m not sure that was a capital offense, actually).
The entire book continues this way in a very unsettling manner. Is Aiofe a competent woman who faces potential threats squarely, or an unbalanced child who brings trouble onto herself with her assumptions and over-reactions? Is the Duke an entitled nobleman trying to break from his upbringing in order to make honest human connections, or is he a sociopath who values other people only in how they can serve him? Is Rumpelstiltskin a damaged spirit looking for acceptance and understanding, or a sulky godling who demands complete devotion? These would all seem to be pretty stark opposites and yet they somehow seemed to exist simultaneously, which made for a very unsettling read, and not in a good way.
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Honestly, I felt like this book was somehow gaslighting me, which fits in with the characters pretty well, actually. By the end, the extreme amount of emotional labor that the various female characters all had to do for the various male characters really soured me on the whole thing.