brown_thumb
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People and the nasty things they do
- Thread starter WelderDan
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that's a sad story Gypsy, extremely so. I have no doubt that many thousands of somewhat similar stories exist and thrive within those walls. Poor, and I'd think irregular dietary fulfillment, and then true third world health care offered late if at all.
You recently told the story of your own ailments while there, a nightmare I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. In my opinion it was/is your core strength, the years of martial arts training and the never say die attitude that carried you through; it couldn't be luck, good or bad, I believe in destiny, and the years you spent with that hardcore lifestyle paid off for surviving your downtime.
1986, three guys (2 of them close friends of mine) from Rhode Island took off on a small yacht on a weed run from RI to Jamaica & back. Once loaded they start heading home but got blown off course, they wound up going aground on a sand bar in Cuban waters. Long story short they were held there in jail for 10 months and all released back to the US together. Mike had been a healthy muscular fisherman on a big vessel, he returned thin & frail, hunched over and paranoid; Niles lived out of town from my house and I never saw him again, he was described to me as being about the same as Mike. Again the sudden piss poor diet allows disease and disorders to take over the body, then shoddy heath care, late, if at all.
Gypsy, about 2 years before you were taken away I either started a thread or replied in one about my own experience with illnesses, not prison. I told of a single hospital visit where I was diagnosed with just having had a stroke, a recent heart attack, high blood pressure, type II diabetes, and they discovered a golf ball sized tumor in my sinuses which they couldn't remove until my blood sugars were brought under control. It wasn't cancerous and was removed 6 months later.
Although I was hit with a huge number of ailments, I commented and you agreed, it was good to at least be ill in places like you & I lived at the time.
I feel so damned bad for you and what you lived through, I heard the horrors and saw the results of 10 months in a Cuban jail, the extent of what you suffered yet persevered through is amazing, I hope and pray that your mind heals and that you can find some true peace.
Some of the nastiest people that exist in this world are elected into office.
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noyd666
as a kid coming home from school was always a funny or gross learning experience ,as we wandered up laneways on the way home, wet checks or frangers as we called them, them days, nasty things full of snot lol, where they were flung after there lovely deed.
Aight, I'm gonna come clean and 'fess up to something nasty I did.
I floated this guy an ounce one time and he stiffed me. After trying to collect several times and getting no where I dropped it. But I didn't forget. After several months went by he assumed I wasn't going to try to collect any more.
I was doing mechanic and paint & body work at the time. I put an empty gallon lacquer thinner can behind the building and I pissed in it every day until it was full. And then let it sit in the sun for another week. After it was good and ripe I put the cap on and put it in the bed of my truck.
I swung by his house (he still lived with mommy) late one night. I knew he never locked his car, but he made it easy by leaving the drivers side window down. He always pulled in from the alley and parked in the back. I just shut off the lights and coasted up to his yard, got out and dumped that gallon of old, stale, sun baked piss all over the drivers seat.
If he ever thought it was me he never said anything. But since he had a habit of doing shit like that, there were a lot of people that could have done it, so I figure he wasn't sure who did it. Last I heard, he was arrested for passing bad checks at Wally World.
I've done a lot of stuff I regretted, but not that.
I floated this guy an ounce one time and he stiffed me. After trying to collect several times and getting no where I dropped it. But I didn't forget. After several months went by he assumed I wasn't going to try to collect any more.
I was doing mechanic and paint & body work at the time. I put an empty gallon lacquer thinner can behind the building and I pissed in it every day until it was full. And then let it sit in the sun for another week. After it was good and ripe I put the cap on and put it in the bed of my truck.
I swung by his house (he still lived with mommy) late one night. I knew he never locked his car, but he made it easy by leaving the drivers side window down. He always pulled in from the alley and parked in the back. I just shut off the lights and coasted up to his yard, got out and dumped that gallon of old, stale, sun baked piss all over the drivers seat.
If he ever thought it was me he never said anything. But since he had a habit of doing shit like that, there were a lot of people that could have done it, so I figure he wasn't sure who did it. Last I heard, he was arrested for passing bad checks at Wally World.
I've done a lot of stuff I regretted, but not that.
brown_thumb
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So you've done worse stuff, WD? How much worse?
That was probably the nastiest thing I've done. I have done worse things that weren't nasty. Like the time some guy tried to blackmail me. I set him up. He thought he was trading an Ohaus triple beam scale for a gram of dummy dust. What he got was a severe ass beating by 3 bikers while I walked away with his scale. And when I say severe, he couldn't work for almost two weeks because both eyes were swollen shut and his jaw was fractured.
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noyd666
a driller contracter I drank with had a bit of trouble with cook house boss, so he shit on his doorstep and as he opened door and stepped out he put his foot in it and slipped over and put his hands in same. he was a prick.
A guy at work kept doing little pranks on me, so I put a dead mouse in his coat pocket. When the shift ended, he put his coat on, and put his hands in his pocket and pulled out that mouse. He was mad as hell, he knew who did it, but tsk, tsk, no fighting at work.
No more pranks after that. He was a pussy, I would've escalated.
No more pranks after that. He was a pussy, I would've escalated.
solofoe
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Fucking why?
There were lighter moments whilst I was detained.
There was this American detainee called Jim who nobody liked, mainly because he would borrow money from new inmates, and never pay them back, he even got me for 100 pesos (about $2). This guy was a real piece of work, and was always trying to get into everyone's business in that place, interfering with various inmates visitors, and threatening the weaker guys over stupid shit.
Jim's room mates hated him, not just because of his unsavory personality, but because 2-3 times a day he would get in his lower bunk, with a thin bed sheet around it, and masturbate loudly, as if he wanted everyone to hear what he was doing, like some sort of exhibitionist. It would gross anyone out to hear it going on, so we all devised a plan.
Four of us, all big guys, filled buckets full of water one day while he was at it, and at the point where Jim was reaching his crescendo, we ripped the thin curtain away from his bed and all emptied a full bucket full of water, all over him, while he was wanking with one hand, and looking at porn on his cell phone with the other!...It was abso-frikkin-lutely hilarious, and everyone in that place got a real good laugh out of it, while Jim ran around screaming at everyone, making threats. He was particularly pissed off because his cheap smart phone had gotten soaked, and now didn't work, and as he ran around that filthy courtyard/communal area, one of the guards figured out what had gone down, and searched Jim, confiscating the phone, because we were not supposed to have them inside the inmates area at all.
Then the whole thing went to another level of crazyness because Jim called the guard 'A thieving S.O.B', and tried to snatch his waterlogged phone back. Suddenly 6 guards came rushing into the compound, tackled Jim, VERY roughly, and hauled him off to the solitary 'Dog Kennels' at the back of the jail, and there he had to stay for 3 weeks, before they let him back into the general population.
When Jim came back, he was covered in bites and sores, from mosquitos and bed bugs, and god knows what else, and was a much meeker man after we had heard him over the past three weeks screaming every night about the rats, the bugs, and how he was going to kill everyone.
He was not allowed to go back in to his old bunk, since his room mates had all filed complaints about him, so was relegated to having to sleep on the common area floor with 40 new guys from Cameroon (Africa).....which I guess seriously curtailed his masturbatory escapades.
There was this American detainee called Jim who nobody liked, mainly because he would borrow money from new inmates, and never pay them back, he even got me for 100 pesos (about $2). This guy was a real piece of work, and was always trying to get into everyone's business in that place, interfering with various inmates visitors, and threatening the weaker guys over stupid shit.
Jim's room mates hated him, not just because of his unsavory personality, but because 2-3 times a day he would get in his lower bunk, with a thin bed sheet around it, and masturbate loudly, as if he wanted everyone to hear what he was doing, like some sort of exhibitionist. It would gross anyone out to hear it going on, so we all devised a plan.
Four of us, all big guys, filled buckets full of water one day while he was at it, and at the point where Jim was reaching his crescendo, we ripped the thin curtain away from his bed and all emptied a full bucket full of water, all over him, while he was wanking with one hand, and looking at porn on his cell phone with the other!...It was abso-frikkin-lutely hilarious, and everyone in that place got a real good laugh out of it, while Jim ran around screaming at everyone, making threats. He was particularly pissed off because his cheap smart phone had gotten soaked, and now didn't work, and as he ran around that filthy courtyard/communal area, one of the guards figured out what had gone down, and searched Jim, confiscating the phone, because we were not supposed to have them inside the inmates area at all.
Then the whole thing went to another level of crazyness because Jim called the guard 'A thieving S.O.B', and tried to snatch his waterlogged phone back. Suddenly 6 guards came rushing into the compound, tackled Jim, VERY roughly, and hauled him off to the solitary 'Dog Kennels' at the back of the jail, and there he had to stay for 3 weeks, before they let him back into the general population.
When Jim came back, he was covered in bites and sores, from mosquitos and bed bugs, and god knows what else, and was a much meeker man after we had heard him over the past three weeks screaming every night about the rats, the bugs, and how he was going to kill everyone.
He was not allowed to go back in to his old bunk, since his room mates had all filed complaints about him, so was relegated to having to sleep on the common area floor with 40 new guys from Cameroon (Africa).....which I guess seriously curtailed his masturbatory escapades.
atk7
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I used to work in an industry that I would have to go into people's homes. One particular house I had to go into was an elderly woman and her 30 something son and from the looks of it a couple dogs . I didn't notice anything amiss out side but once she opened the door it (the smell)hit like a brick wall. They were hoarders and the entire house was filled with debris and to walk through you had to walk between the piles on a path that was just wide enough to fit through . I was young and this was my first encounter with this disorder . The lady apologized for the mess and said she had been busy and had not had a chance to clean up today, this obviously this been going on for some time however, walking through he piles that were about shoulder height of rotting garbage and newspaper. She was walking in front of me and was lying more paper down on the floor of the path I didn't realize why until I came in the room with better lighting and saw she was covering dog poop up so we wouldn't step in it . the layer on the floor of the path was about six inches deep, I've been to places that are worse since but that was before I knew that people actually lived like that. I would refuse to go into those places after that. I grabbed the equipment and took it outside to work on it, and when I was done I just handed it back to her at the door let her go plug it back in. Years later they came out with It TV show hoarders and yes tons of people actually live that way,,, extremely nasty
Dont recall asking but I suppose she thought the poor mutt was stopped up.
Well Im seeing both nasty and fucked up things people do on this thread.
I knew a guy who revenged his sister who had been beaten and raped by three shitbag bikers . They put her in the hospital for a few weeks.
A couple years later the clubhouse they lived in burned down. Arson. All three were killed. Crispy critters. About a month later Im in his kitchen drinking coffee with him , sharing a fat joint and I asked how his sister was doing. He told me she had moved away but was doing OK.
Then all of a sudden he gets that "look" in his eye and says "Yeah I got those motherfuckers. Took me a while but they got what they had coming."
I knew he was telling the truth. He lit the house up while they were in there sleeping.
I knew a guy who revenged his sister who had been beaten and raped by three shitbag bikers . They put her in the hospital for a few weeks.
A couple years later the clubhouse they lived in burned down. Arson. All three were killed. Crispy critters. About a month later Im in his kitchen drinking coffee with him , sharing a fat joint and I asked how his sister was doing. He told me she had moved away but was doing OK.
Then all of a sudden he gets that "look" in his eye and says "Yeah I got those motherfuckers. Took me a while but they got what they had coming."
I knew he was telling the truth. He lit the house up while they were in there sleeping.
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TreehouseJ
Back during harder times, I had to be up early early early one winter morning for work. I was living with an old friend from grade school, in his beautiful 19th century home.
I pour myself a big heaping bowl of cheerios in the darkness. They are stale AF, but.. I was not about to be picky, since I had already poured the milk, and having been down and out once or twice, I really don't believe in wasting food. I had a typical 20 hour day work day ahead of my sorry ass and I really didn't want NOTHING in my stomach.
I slammed half that cereal in the dark before the first little light of dawn came around, when I realized that a couple of mice must had been living, feeding, and shitting in the bag for months. My cereal consisted mostly of mouse shit, that had tasted more or less exactly like cheerios.
I never quite got over the trauma.
I pour myself a big heaping bowl of cheerios in the darkness. They are stale AF, but.. I was not about to be picky, since I had already poured the milk, and having been down and out once or twice, I really don't believe in wasting food. I had a typical 20 hour day work day ahead of my sorry ass and I really didn't want NOTHING in my stomach.
I slammed half that cereal in the dark before the first little light of dawn came around, when I realized that a couple of mice must had been living, feeding, and shitting in the bag for months. My cereal consisted mostly of mouse shit, that had tasted more or less exactly like cheerios.
I never quite got over the trauma.
