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moose eater

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Ya - at least those that have been convicted and sentanced know when they might get out- most all of my time there - I never knew - was just living on hope -

I was in a kinda limbo in there - thinking that next time the US Marshals might show up at the detention jail - on Con-Air to steal me away from my life/wife and kids - with a wheeled stretcher to tie me to - and a syringe full of some downer - to spike into my arse - to shut me up and tie me down - as I saw them do to other 'awkward' prisoners - but luckily my nationality seemed to be of benefit - and all they could do in the end - was to allow me to deport - back to the UK - where the extradition battle started - and was won - by yours truly -
Uncertainty and unknowing are killers.

Imagine those people who are locked up indeterminately for political crimes, who might be there forever, or granted some sort of limited release the next day.

Finding something to keep oneself going in those places requires some very strong psyches, no doubt.
 

Gray Wolf

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Yes - I did spend all of 2015 behind the wrong sort of bars - all of 2014 too - 3 months of 2013 - and 3 months of 2016 in detention without any conviction before I was finally allowed to deport - back to the UK 🇬🇧 (from the Philippines) - due to an indictment in the USA - which has since 2018 been cancelled - after an extradition attempt by the feds which lost in court here in the UK - and so did the appeal - due to there not being dual criminality over cannabis seed sales in the UK and the USA - after 5 years of legal attrition and family separation - was finally clear and safe - and home again - 😉
I can relate and commiserate on legal attrition. Even if they can't convict you, they force you to spend large quantities of money defending yourself.

Glad you eventually beat them and made it home to your family!
 

Gypsy Nirvana

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Thinking back to that harrowing time in jail - what I learned most - was how to remain sane - when surrounded by insanity - instilled within many other prisoners - from all over the world - since it was an immigration jail - and not a regular Philippino place of incarceration - there they mixed everyone up - no matter what crimes they were purported to have done - or if they were just being thrown out of the country for being crazy - it would all take a lot of time - money and patience - with a little help from friends (thanks Howard and RIP) - to navigate the decrepit - corrupt - and constipated legal system - finally having to drop the charges I had in the Supreme Court against the Bureau of Immigration - if they were going to allow me to leave - that was a clear condition - for me to be able to deport - after 30 months in limbo -
 

moose eater

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Thinking back to that harrowing time in jail - what I learned most - was how to remain sane - when surrounded by insanity - instilled within many other prisoners - from all over the world - since it was an immigration jail - and not a regular Philippino place of incarceration - there they mixed everyone up - no matter what crimes they were purported to have done - or if they were just being thrown out of the country for being crazy - it would all take a lot of time - money and patience - with a little help from friends (thanks Howard and RIP) - to navigate the decrepit - corrupt - and constipated legal system - finally having to drop the charges I had in the Supreme Court against the Bureau of Immigration - if they were going to allow me to leave - that was a clear condition - for me to be able to deport - after 30 months in limbo -
During the brief episode(s) I wrote of, I learned to play a bit of tenor sax, drums, bass guitar, do some metal work and leather work, and took part in on-campus schooling.

Being the early 1970s and many of the teachers on-campus actually being student teachers from surrounding universities/colleges, where the anti-war demonstrations and equal rights actions were often occurring in those days, they were more or less typically on-board with the same 'revolutions' we perceived ourselves as taking part in. Humorous to some extent when one looks back on it all.

I still have a copper on wood portrait of a duck eating grasses in a pond, up close, that I made back then.

Contrast humor in retrospect for many years, involved the mental image of myself, sitting on a stool in the music room, playing, 'Leaving on a Jet Plane' on saxophone, on visitors' day. Oh, the irony and humor built right into life sometimes. :)
 

unclefishstick

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sheesh you lot,another like 10 pages and not a single mention of any sort of mammal schlong!

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Gypsy Nirvana

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Uncertainty and unknowing are killers.

Imagine those people who are locked up indeterminately for political crimes, who might be there forever, or granted some sort of limited release the next day.

Finding something to keep oneself going in those places requires some very strong psyches, no doubt.
I was lucky to have a girlfriend and mother of 2 of my kids visit me regularly - she brought me good food and changed the sheets on my bunk - took them home and washed them for me - along with my shirts and shorts - and returned every weekend - often with my young son and daughter to see me - so many others in that jail had no visitors - and were lost souls - addicted to shabu (meth) - and getting into knife fights - gambling debts - and very bad physical and mental health -

That girlfriend became my wife in 2014 - while I was locked up the proposal was made and accepted - we found a priest - and had a prison wedding - this year will be our 10th anniversary -
 

moose eater

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I was lucky to have a girlfriend and mother of 2 of my kids visit me regularly - she brought me good food and changed the sheets on my bunk - took them home and washed them for me - along with my shirts and shorts - and returned every weekend - often with my young son and daughter to see me - so many others in that jail had no visitors - and were lost souls - addicted to shabu (meth) - and getting into knife fights - gambling debts - and very bad physical and mental health -

That girlfriend became my wife in 2014 - while I was locked up the proposal was made and accepted - we found a priest - and had a prison wedding - this year will be our 10th anniversary -
Visitors' day was a day of anticipation.
 

Gypsy Nirvana

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Visitors' day was a day of anticipation.
Oh yes - every week - I had a day to look forward to - usually Saturday - and she was a vision of all that was left that was good in my life - showing me that she really cared for me - was dedicated to me - stood by me - and loved me - thru all that prison nightmare - even when the guards tried hitting on her - she managed herself very well - under extreme conditions - it's not often you come across true loyalty in a person - particularly when you are at your lowest ebb - trapped in a cage - surrounded by very high and sharp walls/fences - in a huge police camp - with at least 2000 officers out there - in the immediate vicinity - not knowing how long till release - it's not often someone like that has come into my life - and convinced me - that they really do care - so I had to try and marry her - she was more than golden -
 

moose eater

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Time for a glass of ~14.5% homemade raspberry wine, made from my wife's prized raspberry arbor's berries, and then to pretend like I actually have responsibilities here, beyond puppy and dog-walking, training them further with small bits of raw tri-tip steak, and folding laundry.

Those alloy rims that need cleaned up are still cluttering up the path in the basement, and while my clones aren't -quite- yet thoroughly pissed off at me, I can hear them grumbling about what a slouch I've allowed myself to become.

When your plants start bad-mouthing you, you know improvements are in order.
 

dogzter

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I was lucky to have a girlfriend and mother of 2 of my kids visit me regularly - she brought me good food and changed the sheets on my bunk - took them home and washed them for me - along with my shirts and shorts - and returned every weekend - often with my young son and daughter to see me - so many others in that jail had no visitors - and were lost souls - addicted to shabu (meth) - and getting into knife fights - gambling debts - and very bad physical and mental health -

That girlfriend became my wife in 2014 - while I was locked up the proposal was made and accepted - we found a priest - and had a prison wedding - this year will be our 10th anniversary -
I was in prison from 86 to 97 for what I now do legally.
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Met my wife shortly after release which I barely got as well and never looked back.
Been a excellent life since then and now in hindsight with it all well past me wouldn't change it.
🐕
 

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