God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys
By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007
Chapter Twenty
When Prison Was Paradise
“No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.”
Article 4
“No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.”
Article 5
Universal Declaration of Human Rights
Proclaimed December 10, 1948, by the
United Nations General Assembly.
“Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.”
Article 30
My dear gentle reader, the evidence is overwhelming, and undeniable, the State of Florida is in violation of the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights. The Declaration is clear and unambiguous; it means what it says. It doesn’t provide a loophole, “slavery…shall be prohibited in all their forms.” It does not say slavery is OK if you’re black, or a prisoner. It is clear, human beings should never be used as slaves. I was a slave for the state of Florida for 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks, and I was subjected to cruel and degrading treatment. But, you see Virginia, Florida passed a law saying they could do that, so I guess that makes it right. What do you think?
“Then, once you overcome your fear of prison, your fear of solitary confinement, your fear of the gorillas, your fear of the guards, your fear of death, you become a king of more than the jungle.”
R25288, chapter 13
Where was I? I remember, after, “he restoreth my soul,” comes, “he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name’s sake.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
I walked through the “valley of the shadow of death” with inmate Welton, and now I enjoyed three weeks of comfort.
My journal from 10-16-04, Saturday, at 9:49am reads:
“ I’m in confinement(AC-administrative confinement) with J.D.(204L-lower bunk vs U-upper bunk). We got here Wednesday morning. Lt. Ratchet says I used his card at the canteen window(P. is also in jail next door, canteen operator) (he lost his job and was subsequently transferred to another prison). It’s really quite silly. P. even told her that I did not use J.D’s card, nor did she find me in possession of his card or receipt. My money is still at $.61, as I tried buying something in here yesterday, since it was the every other Friday that you are able to purchase from the canteen if you’re in confinement.
“J.D. was very nurturing and supportive…Mr.C. and Mr. R. escorted us here. J.D. led the way slowly. I had a Razor magazine I got from Robert, so I saw Lancer(the black bully that had slapped me-earlier chapter) and asked him to give it to Rod. I had it tucked in my right side of my pants and he pulled it out as I was cuffed behind my back.(The lesson, Virginia, is my tormentor became my savior through forgiveness-in prison and in life, try not to have enemies-you have the power of forgiveness, and through it the power to lead a happier life).
“A law clerk is here right now talking to P.-overheard him say do this and this and ‘you won’t get a DR(disciplinary report), and you’ll get your job back.’ So, if he doesn’t get a DR, neither should we. Anyway, I was thrilled when they brought J.D. and I both to this room. I managed to hold onto my watch, which was inside my right sock, and two tissues I had stashed for special moments(for the criminal element that may be reading this, or other gay, Democratic, Vietnam War protesters-go to prison with a watch on. Confinement without a watch is more torturous).
“So what started out to be bad news, turned out to be the best day in prison for me(Wed. 10-13-04). We spent the day laughing, telling each other stories, and had 3 intimate moments. I love him so. Thursday, we did more of the same…I told him at one point that I could cry for joy. I’m so happy being back here alone with him.
Thursday, we had 2 intimate moments. 1 on the bed, 1 by the door, and I relieved myself twice-a first for prison, as I recall. J.D. asked me about it. He told me yesterday that he was a little tender, when I asked if we could play. He invited me up to his bunk after the lights went out, and I climbed up there. One time he thought he saw lights(flashlight), so I bounded down, and dove into my bed-false alarm.
“I’m real careful, and constantly check the door, and listen for footsteps on the stairs(our room was only the second cell from the staircase, so it was possible to hear the staff coming). J.D. told me once not to go crazy when we get back on the yard, because I-dorm allows us more freedom. I told him I wouldn’t, and I won’t. I told him that I knew he was bending for me, and I would bend for him. So, basically, Wednesday was my best day in prison, Thursday was my second best day in prison, and yesterday was my third best day. I told J.D. that this was like the vacation we’ll have on the streets when he gets out.
“A couple of times after intimacy, I’ve seen him look at me with real love and peace. He’s beautiful to look at, and I love touching him.
“We’ve been doing math and working on his case. He’s sat across from me on the bed, and I get stimulated as his dick hangs down in his boxers, easily visible, as I watch it as it relaxes, withdraws, and extends. I’ve massaged his neck and back. As my beard is growing, I gave him an extemporaneous hug last night on his bare chest, forgetting about my beard, and gave him an uncomfortable shock.
I know my prostate is feeling great relief. I’m going to make J.D. my partner for life. This morning he woke up and said, ‘Morning, partner.’
“After our 2 week vacation when he gets out, I’m going to give him a gift of a few hours with a white, short, mature, older, experienced, medium tits, pussy with hair woman(his type).
“I asked once if we could do it again, and he answered harshly, ‘No.’ I thought he was angry. Later, I told him, ‘J.D. don’t get angry with me when I ask for more. I’m just so happy being back here with you.’ He looked at me, and then explained that was how he did it with his old girlfriend, and he wasn’t mad.
“Thursday evening, I told him it’d be nice to try in the dark, and after we went to bed, he said, ‘Chris, do you want to do it?’ I replied, ‘You know it,’ and we did.
The first time I got off on Wednesday, with him beside me, although not paying much attention, I shot enough to fill up the cup of my hand, which I deposited in the toilet.
“We worked out together yesterday, doing squats, calf raises, stretching in sync. I felt like we were the dudes in ‘Midnight Express.’ I enjoyed it, and it broke a sweat, at least on me. J.D. is real clean, and even showed me the ‘little boy’ move last night, where he kneels and pisses in the toilet. He did it that way due to a recent hard-on, so it would’t spray in all different directions.
“His skin is smooth, and hairless on his chest and back, and I’ve never massaged such strong and powerful thighs and calfs. He’s very sharing, but it’s not a totally fair partnership yet, but we’ve come so far, so fast, and he’s full of life, love, energy, fun, that I don’t mind being patient. I feel his love, and I know I’m full of love for him.”
“Whereas recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world,
“Whereas disregard and contempt for human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged the conscience of mankind, and the advent of a world in which human beings shall enjoy freedom of speech and belief and freedom from fear and want has been proclaimed as the highest aspiration of the common people,”
Universal Declaration of Human Rights Preamble
“When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.”
Psalms 63:6 & 7
