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One night I told my parents I did not have any homework, which was a lie. I didn’t know tomorrow or I didn’t know the next day my mother was going to be in my classroom for demos of our class. So the teacher says OK take out your homework. So I turned and looked back at my mother and she’s got the look on so that means I’m in big trouble. So when I get home I’m treated to a mouthful of hot pepper so I won’t use my mouth for lying. Of course my parents were disappointed in me.

A short time after that We moved out to Long Island and we had a house there a 3 bedroom house, I shared a bedroom with my brother, and my sister had her own room. We had a nice property, in the backyard and the front yard and of course I got to mow it but we didn’t have a regular lawn mower we had these blades that we pushed and the blades would spin around and cut the lawn. It was so difficult I was young and so it was really hard for me to push this thing.

So I guess my journey on the road to hell started around 8 or 9. Went into the dollar store that was on the shopping strip mall with my mom and I snuck out with several packets of baseball player cards. When we got home my mom saw the packages that I brought home and I didn’t answer her and she’s like did you steal them? and then she's like we’re going back to the store and you’re gonna give them back. So that’s what we did and we went back to the store and she told me to talk to the older woman and tell her I stole these packets of baseball cards. But I went in and I saw this young woman I said I wanna to talk to her and so I did I went over and I talked to her and gave her the cards and she says did you want me to ring them up for you? and I was like no I didn’t have any money so she just took them from me. My mom though was not happy she said I told you to talk to the older woman, she would have had something to say maybe you know I’d have some problems with her. So that was my mom taking sides with the store like she did with my dad. So we got home and my father was there so I’m telling my father what happened, well I had to go to my room he said if I didn’t wanna act like the family I wasn’t gonna get treated like the family, and he made me go to my room. I wasn’t able to have supper with the family. By now I’m about 8 years old.

When I was in 4 th grade. I was a troublemaker in 4 th grade. My teacher had a wide selection of wooden rulers and if someone acted up he would take the rulers and smack the hands of the person acting up which usually meant me. He would tell me to get 2 of the rulers and he would take them from me then he would smack the back of my hands. That would hurt like hell. So, I had my first fight in 4 th grade. The 2 of us went into the bathroom. I got in the first punch, hit him good. He got up and took a swing at me, which I avoided. That was the end of the fight, someone came in the bathroom and said he was telling. He proved true to his word and we were called to the principal’s office. We got loss of outdoor recreation. Well 5 th and 6 th grade went OK not too much issues with those grades I don’t remember high school. I don’t remember anything happening in high school. Well in 9 th grade I broke my ankle and had a cast. I was able to leave class 5 minutes early to go to the next class. I was able to have someone carry my books. A nice looking girl asked me to pick her. Of course I let her.

So there was some woods behind my house and I like to go into the woods and explore them. So I did I went there every day and just played in the woods you know and I did a little trap and put some stakes in it and covered it over with leaves and stuff like that. But low and behold my neighbor came up to me and grabbed me twisted my arm behind my back and you know pulled it up to my shoulder so it was painful there and then he kneed me in the in my legs and knocked me to the ground. And he pulled down my pants, I think I was wearing shorts and he pulled them down and he got on top of me and he started to rub himself against me and entered into my anus. I don’t know how long he was putting himself in my anus for that seemed like forever and the pain made my cry, I begged him over and over to please stop. When he was finished he got off of me and kneeled down on my neck and he said if I ever tell anyone he’ll break my neck. So I was afraid and I really didn’t have a good relationship with my parents so I didn’t tell them because I didn’t think that they would comfort me and help me and treat me like a victim. So I went home and showered and went to my room. I climbed up onto my bunk bed because I had a bunk bed with my brother and I had the top bunk so I just laid there and cried myself to sleep because I felt dirty. And I stayed there until supper time which time I came out of my room. Supper time was not a very good time my sister sat to the right of my father he didn’t like the way she ate at all he would tell her how to eat and if she didn't do it he would smack her and it was a constant thing between them, every night supper time was painful thing I don’t know why my father was so mean to my sister.

Until for a while I played in my backyard because I felt I would be safe there. And I was. But it was boring it wasn’t much to do, so I figured let me try going into the woods maybe he won’t come today. Well that was a mistake, woods no longer than 5 minutes and then the next thing I know he’s grabbing me around the neck and pushes me down on the ground pulls down my pants again enters my body with his penis. It’s so painful I couldn’t stand it I didn’t know how to make it stop I figured he would do it over and over again to me if I just went out in the woods by myself here but I had no one else to play with here I was a young kid wanting to play and there was nowhere I can go safely without being stalked by my neighbor. So what do I do? Do I risk my neighbor raping me, do I go on the backyard or in the woods and have some fun climbing trees. So I decided I’m gonna go in the woods by the Junior High school which is across the street OK so I went across the street and went into the woods there and climbed into trees there and had a good old time. I don’t know how but he did it and the ordeal started again. So I went home meanwhile he spread what he did to my friends well not really my friends but my neighbors and they abused me too, one would wrap their arm around my leg while the other one pulled my pants down pulled my shirt off so there I was naked. They just made fun of me and laughed at me. They said they were gonna take my clothes away and they did and there I was naked in their garage trying to get my clothes back. So after they left they threw my clothes at me and I got dressed and went out of there. Well they let me go they left me to live my life without having any abuse. I don’t know what happened but my neighbor stopped. I’m about 11 at the time.

So we were painting the swing set from the backyard in the basement. One day I figured I would try something. I took a lighter and lit a paper. There was turpentine in a coffee can and I dropped the paper in the can. The flames were high. Stupid me, I picked up the can to put the fire out with the hot water heater. Forgot it was hot enough to burn my fingers. I dropped the can and the flaming turpentine spread to the newspapers on the floor. I tried to scrape together the burning papers. There was some heavy blankets that were wet. I took them and put the blankets on the papers. I didn’t tell my parents and tried to make it look normal. Later I went down to check everything out, I saw black fumes two feet up the swing. Later I heard my mom say that was quite a fire you had going there, I saw how high the fumes were. You almost burned down the house.

One time I was about 18 and a friend gave me a 65 falcon station wagon car. Well it sat in his backyard for a long time. So the car was parked in our garage and my sister said she would clean it. So I backed it out of the garage so I could see behind me that was fine but I thought I missed the pole holding up the garage. So now the door is twisted around and facing the wrong way. I had somewhere to go and I said I don’t want to be here when dad comes home. (My father delivered mail close to our house so he came home for lunch) Well my dad came home for lunch and saw the door and went ballistic. He got a spoon from the kitchen and chased my sister around the back yard. He caught her and hit her with the spoon until it broke. He’s seething now and my sister runs into the house and locked herself in the bathroom. My father kicked and kicked the door until he kicked a hole into the bottom of the door. Just a glimpse into his anger and what we dealt with I wasn’t home so he expressed his anger on my sister. Then he left for work like nothing happened.

There was a time when my friends and after the church service one of my friends says hey let's knock over the Volkswagen owned by the German. Was like no way we’re gonna get the car flipped and we’ll get in trouble. Well we flipped over the car laughing like hell. I go home and my dad’s like what was that about. And I said we were just having some fun. Because we don’t have fun at church. So he was like get me a dowel. About 3 foot long and they have different thicknesses you know they go from an eighth of an inch to like an inch. I get him ¼ inch towel and he tells me to take off my clothes. I’m like please dad don’t do that I don’t wanna drop my pants my mother was sitting there she said just his pants and not underwear. So I dropped my pants father tells me OK I want you to lean up against the wall. He says now take the position that a police officer would put you in so I backed my feet up from the wall went to lean over and he said no I want you to lean on your fingertips. So I leaned on my fingertips having my fingertips holding my weight, which hurt quite a bit, but that wasn't all now my father started to whip me with the dowel. God he hit me so many times I couldn’t count and when I was having blisters on my butt he stops. He says that’s what North Koreans do when they capture someone. And I’m like I’m your son I’m not an enemy I’m not someone you’re fighting I am your son you’re supposed to love that’s what I thought in my head but it didn't matter he did it and didn't have any feelings against it, Age 13

In the late 70’s I worked in the fast food restaurant Jack in the Box. I started working overnight I soon was a shift manager. My manager recommended me to go for training to be an assistant manager. I completed the training and was promoted to Assistant Manager and transferred to a different store. I worked there a while and had several young women as workers in the store. I was like 24 and a virgin. Someone told me that 2 of the women had a contest who would get me to bed first. One of the women invited me to her house. We watched TV and she brought out the drugs. I never did any drugs but she gave me some cocaine. I didn’t like it, it didn’t get me high and just burned my nose. After awhile I left. She was one of the women in the contest.

We were working the shift until 3am. After cleaning the store I was going to take the woman working with me home. Well after the other employees left, the woman started rubbing herself against me, kissing my neck and rubbing my cock. Mmmm it felt so good, and I got hard. She took my hand and led me to the back of the store. She started kissing me and we sat on the floor. We kept kissing and lay on top floor. She undressed me and herself. She lay down and guided me to lay on top of her. She guided my cock into her. I started moving in and out of her. She put her leg on the bun rack to have me go deeper into her. She told me to go faster and I came. She kissed me and held me. We got up and I took her home and she kissed me goodnight.

She called me the next day and asked me to take her to the store. She had a baby girl from her ex boyfriend. As we went to the mall, I held the baby as she shopped. We went to the movies and after we parked at the end of a road. We made love. When we finished a cop came up to the window and shined his flashlight into the car. I lowered the window and he asked Donna if she was alright. She said yes and the cop said move along. So I drove her home.

We spent a lot of time together and made love a lot without protection and so Donna got pregnant.

My sister had a friend she was really cute so she told me that I should write her so I did I write her and she wrote me back that was nice so I wrote her again and we started having a relationship and we would talk on the phone and write each other this is all before the Internet so eventually I drove out to see her. It was a nice visit and then She came visit me and we had a nice time together. But there was somebody I worked with and we had sex together and then we were you know going to the stores together and shopping and I was holding her baby that she had from another man and we were just kinda acting like a couple well now what am I gonna do? I got a girlfriend and another girlfriend then the second girlfriend tells me she’s pregnant. Oh my God Oh my God what am I gonna do yeah so I figured I could run away from this, so I went to my girlfriend and live with my first one so she lived in Michigan so I moved out there. I don’t have any income this other girl pregnant wanted money and she wanted $500.00 so she can go get abortion so I go into the bank and I had a gun, it wasn’t real it was fake it was plastic. So the teller gave me the money I sent it to the pregnant girlfriend her name was Donna. Well someone got my license plate and someone followed me out from the bank she was pretty ballsy to follow me out when I had a gun even though it was plastic. The police come to my girlfriend’s house and they arrest me. So I’m taken to county jail first time I’ve ever been in jail I was 22 maybe so I went to jail. My parents came out to Michigan from Long Island New York it's quite a trip oh my father was broken down crying by seeing me in jail why didn’t you care for me when I was hurting, you wanted me to feel bad for you that you’re hurting that I’m in jail,and you didn’t help me at all growing up? But he came up to visit me. Nancy came up to visit me and they let us have a private visit and we talked about what happened and she said she had to think about what she was gonna do with this situation. The feds said they wouldn't pursue it as long as the state pursued it and the state said they were so the feds left me alone. Because I used a plastic gun I got a break because a real gun was a mandatory 1 year. I was sentenced to nine months in jail and spent it in the county jail.

While in the jail the people there wanted to cause a bunch of problems so they flooded the cell with the toilet and the Police took all of us down to the hole. What you’ve done put us all in the hole, no beds no linens and we spent a week down in the hole I left there with crabs. Wasn’t a very nice experience let me tell you. That was my first experience in jail on my road to hell.

So I get out of jail and go back to Long Island. And I start to work I work Dunkin’ Donuts and there was a girl there who worked the shift before me and who I would ask for change I would go in the back when she was cashing out her draw then I’d ask for change and she’d be like ohh my goodness you’re such a pain and I said to her “I’m gonna marry you”. I was really joking with her and I said again you’re gonna marry me” I don’t even know you” she said I really didn't like her she was so nasty The girl who worked with me switched shifts. When she told me she switched with Margie I was really upset. Well, Margie and I worked together and we had a good time. She was really nice. We had a good time. Her uniform was really short and she had nice legs. So I asked if she wanted to go out. We went to the mobile carnival. Her father always sat at the end of the counter. I would spend time talking to him for like hours. He worked for the county in charge of the workers, so he had like lots of time. When I started dating his daughter he’s like I don’t like you and didn’t talk to me until I was married to his daughter like 10 years.

This is May 14 th 1982. We dated for a year and Margie said let’s get married on the 14 th of 1983. So we were married in the park on a gazebo it was very nice and we had a nice group of people when we got married. We stayed in the apartment in a friend’s house there so well I looked for land the house. I found a property in escrow an acre for $4000 So the house was a prebuilt house plumbing and heating everything all the walls were numbered so it was easy to put together had some friends come over and we put the house up in a day and then I was done closing it to the weather and just they worked on it until it was finished. The house cost like $35,000 and it came with everything even the carpeting. And we moved in. So I lived there for a couple months and my wife wanted to have a baby so we worked on having baby it took about a year for her to get pregnant. We had a big problem I felt, I slept alone every night. I’d ask her to please come to bed and be with me. When we were trying to get pregnant I couldn’t stop her, but now she didn’t want to touch me. I’d cook for the family everyday. I would send her flowers and mail her cards. We had friends over and the wife saw the flowers and asked why she got them. My wife said no reason. The wife said I wish I got roses. Even when I planned a date night she would watch TV until she fell asleep. But we wanted a second child before we went to Maine and she was a great sex partner. So we live on Long Island and we would go visit my sister in Staten Island and then in Maine. There we go about once a month to visit my sister. One trip my wife said I want to move to Maine.

We sold our house we moved to Maine. I worked at Domino’s as a driver as I looked around for another job Eventually I found one at as an assistant manager at a lobster company. We would ship lobsters to Europe and Japan and various other places. Then my manager quit so I took over the job as manager of the place. I looked at the requests on the US chamber of commerce where countries would list their requests. I saw Denmark wanted 40’ containers of IQF (individually quick frozen) Maine shrimp. A whole new line had to be installed. I talked to the owner and showed him the request as well as what we had to install to prepare to fill the request. A 20 foot conveyor was installed. There was five women sorting the shrimp. The customer wanted the shrimp tails curled underneath. The women would pick out the tails that were straight. We setup five cookers to cook the shrimp. We setup a thirty food IQF freezer. After the shrimp were frozen the shrimp went on a shorter conveyor where they were sprayed with water to glaze them. We would process about five thousand pounds a night. It had become a 24 hour operation. I worked there for a few years and then I decided it was too much for me and I wanted to start out on my own and tax business.

One night my wife and I went to dinner together with my sister and brother in law. While waiting for the appetizer my sister said “Why do you always say good things about our childhood? Dad would come in my bedroom and lie on top of me in my bed. He would lay on top of me with his hard on.” So we left the restaurant. So from then on my brother in law and sister hounded me to moderate a intervention. My brother in law takes me to coffee and says please moderate, my wife doesn’t let me touch her. So what do I do? How can I refuse him after he said this. Well I knew my father would say there was no information for raising children back then. So I did a lot of research and got the information he would have had. So we had the intervention and I brought out all the information. He admitted to it all.

He tells me that his groin area is numb and doesn’t know when he gets hard. I’m like that's not possible. He had my sister’s daughter sit on his lap and he had a hard-on. He her told me about it and I’m like why the hell are you telling me? Tell her father. But he wouldn’t so I did. My father would come into my office every morning and just fill my head with a bunch of bullshit. I would call my sister and tell her what my father said. I needed someone to share when was being dumped on me. My sister said one night “I don’t want to talk to you anymore. “This was in the late 90’s. She hasn’t talked to me since. I turned to my wife for help dealing with all this. I needed help and affection and intimacy. Barking up the wrong tree there.

This sister and husband we shared our timeshare with in Hawaii just a year or so before

I took the H&R block tax course and my friend who was an accountant said that I could use an area in his office, so I was doing tax returns and electronic filing I did really well. So I went out on my own and rented a place and did some taxes my so-called friend said hey let's go into business together we can split the profits. And he said well I spent most of money setting up the business so you get 10 present, next year we’ll change it up and make it 50/50. So I said OK I trusted him I didn’t think he was gonna screw me We had a good year, many of my clients came in so the tax year was good. I asked about the new agreement but he brushed me off. I go to work and I find he changed the locks on the door. So I go to him and say what’s up with this and he said well I own 90% of the business so I’m gonna take over I say no we have a contract that we’re going make it 50/50 no our deal is 90/10 depending on profits and said well that's how it is so I took him to court and because I was a novice and wasn’t so good fighting the defense. They asked for summary judgment on the points that were on the lawsuit. I didn’t know I had to respond to the summary judgment request. The judge still gave me two points judgement that I asked for. So the old man offered me $3000 to settle. So, I agreed to $3000.

I had a place to do taxes and a place for accounting. I had a couple of accounting practice for businesses that I was doing their books for. One company I did the books for wanted to sell. My dad was working night shift at Ames Store and I thought this would be good for him, so I explained everything to him and he agreed. So I purchased it for my father and I purchased the property management company. One of the clients had two federally funded businesses. The next two years I was taking money from that client. So I also had Chamber of Commerce as a client and one day I took about $500 from them and they pressed charges against me. And so the client who had the two federal properties wanted the books and so I gave him the books but they were fudged I fudged the books so it looked like everything was OK. Then he wanted to take over the properties so I had to sign over the bank accounts, I should have closed the accounts and have him open his own accounts then he couldn’t get the bank records. Well he got the bank accounts and then he sorted out the bank accounts and said that he was missing $65,000. On the Chamber of Commerce I had restitution and probation. So the owner of the Federal properties pressed charges. I got sentenced to nine months five years suspended, and probation so I went to jail for nine months. So after the nine months I came home got a job HR department. My story was on the front page of the local newspaper and I was fired from that job.

Well I got in touch with someone and he offered me a good amount of money to transport cocaine. So I flew down to Peru and I was down there for a little while and I met a woman and we spent some time together and she moved in with me and we got an apartment so she told me she was pregnant she said I wanted to have a piece of you forever So what do I say to that? So while I was down there I made a few trips back and forth to the states with cocaine. I strapped the cocaine to my legs I’m still on probation and shouldn’t leave the state without permission but I didn’t care. So I did a run with cocaine to Australia. When I went to Australia I was very careful, I would first use bleach inside and out of the suitcase. Then I used an anti dog scent, inside and out. I packed some clothes and was good. The suitcase was a combination lock type so there was no difficulties opening it. Also, I bought a fur cup that was part untreated so I went through the untreated line because it wasn’t x-rayed. Then I was through. The next trip I was to take a bus to Buenos Aries from Lima. So we get to Tacna Peru and the bus is searched. So cocaine was found in my sneakers. I was taken to the local jail. My girlfriend came down to bring my food and for like $10 for alone time with me, hubba bubba. I paid like $2500 to the judge to get my case dismissed, but a few weeks later my lawyer says go back to the States, the DA is looking to arrest you. Well so I was already self-destructive. So I went back to Lima and this time I met with some people from Argentina and met with these men to go to Australia taking drugs, so I did that. I sent an email to my friend I thought, but it wasn’t my friend it was my probation officer. Well he checks the IP e-mail and sees it’s not in the United states that it’s in Peru. So he tells me he wants to see me.

Well I’m in Peru and have to quickly get on a plane to go home. So I go home and I go to the probation office, but the door is locked. So, I think he's not there. So, I went home. The next morning a police officer knocks on my door and tells me that I am on probation revocation he cuffs and stuffs me in his car takes me to the county jail. So the probation officer comes to see me and he tells me that he tracked my IP address on the e-mail and it tells me that he was in his office that I had to just go up the staircase on the side of the building but I didn’t know that. So I go to court and the DA is there and my lawyer is there and they say they want to revoke me, when the judge asked how long, they were like I don’t know, leaving me with the judge to decide and that’s kind of stupid. So the judge goes alright well how’s two years sound? So the DA and my lawyer agree OK so there it is I’m going to prison for two years so I end up going to Maine State prison which is maximum security and here I am with murderers' and other violent offenders. And here I am a white collar crime guy and with all these other men who were violent criminals.

So I get threatened two men come into my cell and want to see my paperwork to make sure that I’m not a pedophile and I showed him my paperwork and he said OK. I stay in my cell oh they found out that I was a tax person they wanted me to do taxes for them. And they threatened me they came in my room and punched me a few times. So what do I do spend the next two years being assaulted? So, I did their taxes with a W2 form I made up. I’ll have my son file the taxes online and the guys would get a check in the mail having their tax return files. I did this for like 8 or 10 people. One day I go out to get my meds and the CO (corrections officer) says “here comes the tax man” and I think oh my gosh I’m in trouble.

So my date of release comes up when I pack up all my stuff and put it on a wagon and then I started to go out. My case manager came up to me and said oh you’re not leaving. Give your things to your son come back here. So I did I gave my things to my son and went back to my case manager OK so then The case manager said that the feds are gonna come get you. So the tax officer told me that I was getting prosecuted for doing tax returns and I was going to get moved me to a federal holding facility. So I was moved to Portland which was main county jail for federal holding. I was there and it was a terrible experience there were two levels to the jail pod and it would switch every other day one day in the morning would be out for the bottom cell in one day the top cell would be out and then they would be out for the afternoon the morning we had like 3 hours. So then I got to be a trustee which means that I could be out until 9:00 at night which was cool so you know I had to just do some stuff on the pod sweep and mop and put the chairs out and stack them back up so I I did that for a while. One day the CO's search my cell and they found some matches OK I said I don’t smoke so I don’t need matches and they said you should have searched the cell before you took it, so I lost my job and I lost my single cell and I got moved in to this other guy and the stink was bad no matter what I did to it. Thankfully I only had to stay there a couple of days because then I was put on con air and we flew down to Brooklyn. And I was taken to Fort Dix New Jersey.

So my lawyer wasn’t a very good lawyer he was not very aggressive so he got me four years in federal custody. There were a number of points that he could have had taken off so I could have a lower sentence but he wasn't very forceful he was kind of timid. So I’m stuck with four years so guess I'll just have to make the best of it here it is. Well he could just try to get me off of that but he could now try to get alright and sentencing deduction. Others got time off of their sentence who did the same thing I did but I didn’t get any time off, I don’t understand why.

I was sentenced to 4 years prison and 3 years supervised release. So I did my time in Ft. Dix New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and MDC (Metropolitan Detention Center). When I was at MDC, I was told I had to pay $200 a month to the federal restitution program. That was fine when I was working at UNICOR (a Federal Program allowing inmates to work), but there was no UNICOR at MDC and so I was upset with this order. They said I had to have my family send in money to pay my restitution and my family didn’t have the money to pay my bills. I had trouble with my unit team and was put in the Admin Seg where I was told of the six months halfway house I was entitled to; I was getting 30 days. And we were put into the different units and we were locked down a lot of the day and that kind of sucked again I hate to being locked down. But then I was working in the kitchen and I said hey this guy you know touch my balls when he searched me so I was put in the hole and they did investigation so I’m like this is bullshit I shouldn’t be in this freaking hole for so long. So I do some research on being in the hole and so forth and make points and stuff like that make arrangements to get out of the hole. Finally sent back to my dorm. The Feds were no joke to be imprisoned by. I filled grievances over the conditions that the Feds violated. I filed a lawsuit and went to court regarding what was done. I was able to win because of the violation of the law.

But I was transferred to MCC (Metropolitan Correction Center ) it wasn’t much better. I got a job cleaning the offices Easy job. Got to watch TV for an hour. Then we’d go to our cells until breakfast. Then I stayed at MCC until my release to the half-way house. Well of course I couldn't follow the rules. I ordered a laptop. I was caught with it and written up. Then sent back to MCC until my sentence was done.

So now I’m free, well on supervised release. My probation officer comes to do a house check. I have two tax returns up on my monitors, he asks what’s up with this? I say “oh I’m just checking them out”. He writes them down. He asked how I was doing and I said not so good, I’m feeling suicidal. So he tells me to go check in the mental health unit at the hospital. My first run in with inpatient care. I had nothing to do no computer no phone, just books. So I was there for 72 hours and was released.

A couple weeks later he tells me no one asked for me to check the tax returns out. They were returns I did before. So he says come to my office, well a “come to my office” means a revocation. So I split. I left the country. My daughter took me to Boston. From there I took a train to Orlando. Then I rented a car and drove to Brownsville Texas. From there a bus ride to Mexico City. Then a flight to Arica Chile because of the trouble I have in Peru. Customs is wanting to get me because of Tacna. Well I have my girlfriend come down to Arica with our daughter. I get an apartment with my girlfriend and daughter. So I’m asked to take a flight to Australia giving me $30,000 for 2 kilo Then we planned to live in Arica, Chile.We found a nice apartment and I put in laminate flooring and painted the whole apartment, put tiles in the kitchen. Then my girlfriend and daughter came to the apartment and I was living with my girlfriend and our daughter. We had a good life. After dinner I would walk with my daughter down the street closed to traffic to the video store. My daughter would just chatter on and on, I didn’t understand a word but I loved our time together. We would go to McDonald’s after her painting class, just me and my girl. We would walk as a family to the fish market and vegetable stand. I loved my life, I was truly happy. My girlfriend said she was happy one night. Well a trip to Australia comes up.

So I figured I would make copies of businesses for sale, thus my reason for traveling to Australia. So I was pulled aside customs asked me questions over and over. The biggest thing is to remain calm. When you tell a story, keep it straight. Don’t be nervous and keep your story straight. I was questioned for 2 hours. I was calm and careful. So a good-bye wave passes me through. To enjoy 2 weeks Down Under with a nice pay.

My last trip was a bad one. First my money-man was disorganized. We went around the city for some reason. I said I had to get ready. So I got the suitcase ready. Thing is it was a key lock. So I land and see a customs agent looking for someone. So she comes over to me and asked for my passport. She takes me over to a table. She asks me to open the key locked suitcase. I couldn’t open because I didn’t have the key. I left it in the hotel room so I couldn’t open the case, so we got screwdriver. I knew I was done. She gets a drug tester. She rubs over the suitcase. No positive results. The other guard takes the tester and it comes up negative again. I ask how many times do you check for drugs? The Agent said we had to break open the suitcase, so a few. On the 3rd time they test it and it comes out positive The other officer took the suitcase and x-rayed it. He said there’s plenty of cocaine in there. They called the Federal Police. They took me to a homeless holding cell. I fell asleep for a number of hours I was so tired. So I was put through the process.

I was sentenced to six years, six years straight time no good time. One day I was sitting at the lunch table and I look on the wall and I see a sign “Condoms to be used in accord with Prison Policy.” So I ask “What the fuck is that?” I was told condoms. I’m like for what? Conjugal visits? They’re like yeah between two guys. From there I see trannies and gay’s and homosexual couples all being celled together. What world did I warp into?

So Texas Holdum is very popular. $20 buyin, like 15 people, double buy-ins. I was pretty good. I would win most times. I had times I had 3000 chips and would win the game, people calling me all in. So I had lots of commissary. One time I was playing heads up with a Chinese guy. Another Chinese guy didn’t like me and when I was playing heads up he takes a swing at me. So if you don’t swing back, you are weak. Well we get locked in at lunchtime. I go get hot water add oil, nuke it for a minute and go throw it in his face. Oh the 3 rd degree burns. Well he’s talking to the pod boss and the boss is trying to keep a war from breaking out. Me the Aussies and Spaniards, against the Chinese. He said the Chinese guy wants to have a minute with me. I said OK to keep the peace. So he comes in the cell and beats the shit out of me. But it’s not as bad as what he’s suffering. 3 rd degree on face and chest. I find out as I am not convicted, I am able to collect money from injuries in a fight. So I collect $5,000. Not bad for a few drifters in the eye. So I go to Protective Custody. At the next prison I go to Junee, I get a job in construction. My training is in Construction and we are building a house. I did the drawing the plans for the house, then built the walls. I enjoyed that. But I was transported out before it’s finished. I was caught transferring porn onto a USB. We had USB ports on the TV’s so big bad Bob strikes again.

I go to a prison that sews sweatpants and sweatshirts. So I started sewing. The pay was good, got paid for each piece you sewed. I was making about $150.00 a month. Plus playing Texas Holdem on the weekends. So I was doing really good with food and commissary. Well they moved the job over to PC, pedophiles. Do I go over or just stay here. Well I went to the pedophile pod so I could work again. I was at this prison for a year then I was reclassified and my custody level dropped so I went to a minimum level prison.

There was a sewing shop and I tried to work there. I was on a sewing machine and was making SHU (special housing unit) jumpsuits. The officer in charge was a strict German. She tore apart my work. I thought the jumpsuit was good my according to her all my stitches were crappie. She did this to all my work. I tried hard to make the jumpsuit 100% but no go. So she took me off the machine and told me to go to the trimmers. Well for some reason they stopped calling for the workers. So Texas Holdem everyday.

So my release date was coming up quick. I applied for a passport, but it was only good for a trip to the USA. So I was taken to the airport. I waited for my flight. A big double decker plane. I was led on the plane and escorted to the back of the plane, last seat in last row. Settled into a 14 hour flight. Couldn’t sleep at all, anxious about getting home. I knew there were charges there. So we landed at Dallas Ft Worth. There was an announcement for everyone to stay seated. Custom Agents came on the plane and walked to the back of the plane and got me. So much for trying to sneak off the plane but no chance now. I went to a jail in Dallas. I waited for transport back to court in Maine. Finally, I was taken to the airport and there was a white plane with duck tape. Conair. Handcuffed and leg irons attached to a bar under the seats. We’re taken to the huge prison in Oklahoma. The plane is put in a huge hanger that can hold 2 planes.

End of chapter one.