Prison Journal Part 1
& Part 2 being added 6-14-2015 and 6-15-2015
This is a Journal I kept up and with me while in Cook County Jail serving time for something I did not do. I kept the Journal hidden in a ripped out bible and brought it with me rolled up in my sock everywhere I went. At one point I was raided and had a hit put on my by the guards, all my personal papers stolen. I was confined during the raid, when I reacted I was put down hard. I came at them with everything I had. I rocked that whole prison, the guard / sheriff taking me downstairs threatened to put a gun to my head. I did not think I was going to make it out alive.
Following the Journal will be a story, these are the characters and my daily notes. While reading notes and story, please keep in mind the high intensity of emotion necessary to defeat the situation. I tested the courts, the system and took over my area of the prison. I went in as an animal. .To gain control of a prison is very simple. People will let you do it, the inmates wanted me to do it. You would be surprised how structure is craved by the inmates in a setting that is uncontrollable to them. The support is easy part. The challenge of it is the holding it up in your mind, being aware of everything going on around you. Hard to explain but to do it you actually have to hold it up in your head. For instance, if I was walking the floor. I would know that John was at the end of the bunk and he is working on the lessons i taught him so stay away from there. I would know the cobras are in the bathroom planning out the next shipment of contraband. I would know the guards on shift and what can be done and what couldn’t be done. I took over when i first arrived at the prison. I gave up control after about a month. Mentally it was a challenge and it was taking a toll on my body. Nobody could tell my body was falling apart but me. I publicly practiced yoga daily and gave lessons, everything you do is public, I looked strong with what I COULD DO with my body but I knew if i took a hit in the wrong place i was thru. On a few occasions I had to stand up and put people down right away, it can if done improperly require brute force. My mistake when I gave up control was the inmates acting up against the (my) rules(no public singing in the dorm) were new that day. They were not yet aware that I was in control of the prison. The new inmates (samajay of the maniac crew) begun to rap and i stood up in my bed from reading and called them out. I should have not resorted to violence at that point. A better move would have been to make a move on his other gang members (gds) who would be aware of the situation. This would have prevented a physical altercation, ultimately removing me from power. A white guy in prison , nor anyone fights one on one, it is done in groups. One on One fighting does not exist at all. Prior to Jailing my motto was to never physically fight with my body, unfortunately as an animal that is not possible. I bowed out and went to segregation and pc to heal up. I came out a month later after rehabbing myself, body in good order, and just went with the flow.
Upon release after 90 days I went to the arresting police station Lakeview Police department to pick up my property. The arresting officers guaranteed my property would be safe if I left it with them at the department rather than go with me to the jail. I gave the cops my equipment. I gave everything away as I said I would in my blog in Dec before my arrest a week later. My apple computer and camera where I wrote and published my websites, 2 cellphones, my passport, corporate banking papers and $400 cash. The Lakeview police department sent me to a holding facility where I was informed everything I owned was thrown away after 60 days.
On Dec 22nd 2014, I bought expensive clothes on Lincoln Rd, left everything I owned in Miami, boarded a plane to Chicago, landed and immediately took a cab to 1057 Belmont st where I staged a peaceful sitin at my Yoga store In Lakeview, Yoga for the People Inc to turn myself in for something I did not do. Upon being release I left the jail with $48 and the clothes on my back, even my shoes were gone, I had state sandals. I had nothing else to my name, no where to go and no family. I made it out but it was not an easy task.
Carrera: Sherrif Guard
Walked my downstairs and threatened to put a gun to my head. I went insane on him and everyone in sight after that. at least 6 guards came gunning for me downstairs. Everyone knew who I was, especially the sheriffs. Everywhere I went, every guard I passed had a comment for me. One after the other. Eventually I begun to attack them right away. They bring it on themselves. I was known to every guard in the prison before i arrived. It surprised me, I would receive a comment from every guard that passed me. It was like football practice where all your teammates line up on two sides and the player has to run thru with the ball. I was that ball from day one. It set the tone for the whole experience.
Mentally people are at there limits, they needed help with mindcontrol. Anger, emotions and thoughts are circular, If you have three or four things going on in your life those 3 or 4 thoughts are going to circulate thru over and over again. One of the first people I helped out was a man named Sam. Sam found me, I never noticed him in the corner and he came up to me one day and said ” I am very impressed at how you conduct yourself here” and asked me questions on meditation and yoga. I got that alot from people, most of the people that needed help presented themselves in this way. Sams wife was having an affair and the man was supposedly beating her and Sam was somehow in jail because of this. When you said “whats going on sam”,… everytime he would say, “nothing im going to kill that motherfucker”, all day everyday to everyone. I dug a bit deaper with sam when I decided I was tired of hearing say “im going to kill that motherfucker”. So I looked into him a bit more and found he had a couple kids and his biggest dream was to complete his school so he can put his kids thru college. He said that would really piss her off. either way he meant well.The First thing I did was tell Sam to clear his mind completely and pace the floor. anytime he had any thought he was to push it out. I told him to do this an hour everyday for a few days and than come back and talk with me.
Sam did this right away and was eager to learn. he came back a couple days later and I told him to walk the floor again for an hour, clear his mind and come talk with me. I than sat him down at a table and explained the concepts of meditation. I asked him to pick a mantra. A mantra is a word or small phrase to repeat to yourself over and over again to bring you back to a primary focus, Cingular thought. Sam sat at that table and did this until I stopped him about 30 minutes into it. I went about my business and looked over at him, his face kept grimacing over and over again. I knew what he picked as a mantra at that point and stopped the exercise. He confirmed he chose his wife. We changed the pattern to something positive and he went on very successful. Sam transformed completely right there, he never said i am going to kill that motherfucker ever again.
I lost track of Sam when I had to transfer to another unit. The last lesson I gave him was to focus on one main goal, it can be very powerful. Everytime he had any problem in life to think of him putting his kids through college. Think backwards from that point and you will have the answer to your problem everytime. Sam was a pretty tolerable guy after clearing his head from his problems allowed him to think normally again. This is a widespread problem throughout the prison. None of them will move on in life until they can clear out the anger that got them there .
Inmate: Sean Boyle
Sean Boyle Landscaping
cellie in dorm 2
3rd drunk driving
Inmate: Brian Pierson (aka g*d)
Inmate: Codey Best
man i met unit 2 dorm 2 p house. In for miner infractions. We talked for one day before he was moved to another unit. He was one of the few intellectuals i ran into, enjoyed his conversation
cell 630 418 9293
773 816 9293
InMate: Maurse wants to be a fitness instructor
Baby Moma number 708 513 7721
I was in seg and a man from the second tier above threw something down on me while i was eating, it got on me and my food. I went into the shower. and screamed. My name is Joe Young and ill kill everyone you know motherfucker, its going to be a blackout… a blackout means everyone in your family. I yelled this again and again until my voice was hoarse, the man who did it hid and would not present himself. yelled anyone tells me who this man is and I will help them. I was informed the mans name was Rockwell.
On my momma.. on mamomma
Public Defender: Scott Finger / Refer to card he gave me
Law office of the Cook County Public Defender
555 W Harrsion St., Chicago, IL 60607
312 325 9400
fax 312 325 9430
Inmate: Samajay Hyles
He is a G.D. Gangster Disciple part of the Maniac Crew running Logan square area up as far and past Pulaski St. Samajay is one of the 3 guys I took to the bathroom to fight… Took one in the restroom, the rest of the gang came in behind me, I held them off with a warrior 2 on both sides of me. The gang wanted control of the unit, I currently held it on my shoulders. They took over the unit when I was transferred out that evening. I was later locked down with Samajay in segregation, we fought again but this time one on one, after the fight I stole everything he owned.
Samajay Contact: Monique 4346 W Maypole #5, Chicago IL
Hunbolt Park JJ Samajay 4210 Augusta, 60651
Darshena Galloway – Maniac Crew
Public defender at the Belmont st courthouse. She is not an honest person. Cassidy is at her job to hurt people.
Phsyc social worker / Gary
I asked him to get me to PC, he blew me off and told me to tell a white shirt.
Dr Yu – Did not give a flying f… about his job. I did not want treatment from him. Told him not to check me out.
Guard Sheriff – white shirt
Threatened to take my anxiety medication away from me. I told him. “No you wont, you do not want to go to war with me”. He told me to get the fuck out of his face. I walked away.
Inmate: Jeremy Miller
inmate # 20150114036
facebook Jeremy Ambroini
708 374 5125
cellie in pc, he bugged out
Rico Miguel Inmate #20130908110
religious catholic, was my next cellie in pc
Ricos best friend
2429 S Troy, Chicago IL 60623
2245 w 30th st suite s3 60623
Ana & Jesus Navarro – Brother
2521 S. St Louis, Chicago IL 60623
2434 S California Ave, Chicago IL
Cabrini Law Center
Was a law center located around the corner from my first yoga studio in Riverwest. I assumed they would help me with my case because I was local and I had helped their employees before. I was turned away by them.
740 N Milwaukee, Chicago IL 60642
312 738 2452
Sergeant / white shirt / controls unit 6 sgt Jones
sgt jones “gave me a pardon” I was thrown into the hole 1k for demanding to receive my medication. (I prescribed myself anxiety and sleep pills when i arrived at the prison— I had to pull some strings). Sgt Jones sent me back to my unit.
Went to nurse after several yellow slips and an inmate complaint. Nurse checked my blood pressure, she stated i have the blood pressure of a teenager 155 over 55. I am eating too much now, sick i ate so much. I gave a private yoga lesson to Rico my cellmate, our first session.
I met a guy who wants me to bail him out when i get out his bail is 25k, he promises me 30k that he has stashed at his girlfriends mothers house. He is reluctant to give me any information on his brothers and family. He will also do “work for me in exchange for his release”
I wrote scott finger pd at harrison and requested the charges be dropped and attempted murder charged to lacey whitaker
was pulled to go to cyrmak , that is the place to see health professionals. we were placed in the wrong holding cell. sat inside the unit with 5 others and 1 guy – girl on timeout. i meditated and ran an experiment. One person got mad at me, the others all fucked me up afterward one at a time. for 2 hours. the last five minutes i told them welcome to jail bitches, they all stopped immediately. we never saw the doctor that day, we were called back to go back to our unit.
Makes the nurse wait for him while he lets out inmates one at a time. This is my last day of Segregation 20th – 25th, I am sleeping well with new sleep meds
Went to court at Belmont and Western. Cassidy offered me 90 days with 45 days good time, dropping half the charges asking me to face trespassing charges if i pled guilty. I immediately turned the offer down even though I would have gotten out in a couple of days. After I turned her down she suggested I take trial by jury over trial by Judge, I say ok to this advice. while in court with judge callabrese she asked judge callabrese to put a continence and leave the battery and electronic harassment in his courtroom. Calabrese denied this request and sent all 4 cases over to 555 w harrison. I was told that i would have a right to a speedy trial within 7 days and the judge ordered the case for 7 days out.
William Sibley – my new cellie, white guy, blonde hair, as he says ..hazel eyes like the moonlight, gay, wants to be a tranny,
let bottom deck,,, my deck out of day room. I stayed in my cell than afterward announces barbershop a once a month experience. He refused to let me out of cell. My nails are overgrown and starting to curl over. I begin to tear off my nails, i keep the nails and later use them as floss for my teeth. Disgusting yes but either is no access to floss, my teeth and gums bleed but later begin to heal in a great way.
Met social worker Ms Scott. Very cruel fat black lady. I sent out a letter asking…
The sheriff put me out there real bad. I turned the slip in to complain about not going out to barber, they are supposed to hand those in. Instead he put it out in the window display for 3 days, i finally grabbed it so i wouldn’t get fucked up. The whole staff begun to lock me down at inappropriate times.
Transferred our of division 6, protective custody at my request. I am transferred back into division 2 dorm 2 r house. I have been off meds for about a week, starting to feel myself again
Both orders of commissary went thru. Everyone in the joint stopped what they were doing and watched me walk with my order. I didn’t realize the effect. having food is like having rims in the hood, People just think you are the shit. Everyone in the place wanted to be my friend at that point, was the most annoying thing that ever happened.
The deal is the inmates are all starving. All of them. The portions of food are so extremely small and most of the time in really bad shape. to survive in jail you need money or to hustle like crazy to buy commissary. Commissary is food that can be bought at enormous markups. Mostly crap food you can buy in a convenience stores at three to four times the markup. Someone is making a huge profit off making inmates very hungry. Society is judged on how they treat their down trodden. We can do a lot better than this people. There is no reason for people to be starving. Society is in the business of throwing away people. Bad people they definitely are. These people know you threw them away, they know you starve them. Now your going to let them out and expect them to be decent to you. They are going to continue to aim for your heads. For now until Chicago wakes up, send money to your family or loved one who may be behind bars.
Kapones birthday today, he is 33, we are quickly becoming friends. I put in some food so he could eat well. People take the prison food and make meals with commissary
Unit w, 2 dorm 2
a new guy comes in, mid 30s, he starts sagging his pants past his ass, several inmates take que and start to do the same. Fucked up day for everyone else. This old school gangster shit needs to be corrected.
Zamudio gave me a prison tattoo with a staple at the end of a pen dipping it in ink. ” The pen is mightier than the sword”. I have many stories about this guy, we are enemies.
was moved to rtu psych unit a couple days after provoking a fight with the psych doctor over a televised visit. young woman with glasses on. in division 2 dorm 2
was dragged to courthouse Belmont and Western. Judge Calibrese released me from 1 year supervision state said they caught it too late, supervision expired 3-4-15. I was in holding with an inmate i caught trying to pick pockets on Belmont st, I followed him into circle K where he was buying beer and yelled at him saying to leave the neighborhood immediately and never come back to Belmont ever again. He was in the holding with me and also in the same unit rtu as me, he Never stopped talking to the other inmates, not for a second… there were two shorties listening to every word he said, was the most annoying day of my life. I saw Judge Calabrese looking like a crazed mass murderer after being held with 10 guys in a 3 by 8 room for 10 hours.
I am looking at my inventory. Everything I own has a story behind how I came up with it. I fought for every little thing i have on my shelf. deodorant, cups, bowls, books, toothpaste, shoes, magazines, nobody in the place has as much as me.
Starving fight now, jail served us turned meat today, must be Sunday, meat sits around all weekend, bread is stale than watch out for the bologna. I ate it anyway out of starvation.
On that court noise
Branch 46 took a plea of 90 days no good time. Just plead guilty do not day anything like ” i am not guilty but il plead guilty or judge will put it out far on the calendar… com;y
Went to rec, fenced in upper floor, breathed air, no room to walk around with number of inmates.
Idea for aboutcounsel.com
A place to complain about your lawyer. Database of good and bad attorneys.
First met him he tried to lie to me and told me he was the owner of the old Leonas building, immediately caught him in a lie, told me if the city would give him the permits he could have 10 guys working tomorrow. He was trying to make friends with me right away. This guy always sits next to my bunk when he eats, very out of the way, he said he recognized me from the north side. He told me on the 14th of march he drank in the doorways of the businesses on Belmont st. I lost my temper and told him if id have seen him id have thrown him in the street and to get the fuck away from me. I was very protective of my girls. I was doing time with people that i kicked out, not my first incidence of this
I just finished lord of the flies. I see myself as the character who does the right thing but the mob hates
Television crew came to RTU unit and set up two cameras, filmed the unit. two days prior a man came to see me representing the Chicago Tribune. Pulled me aside He told me”I am here to head up questions about a story the tribune is doing regarding inmates doing excessive time for small infractions of the law”.
same nurse running dorm 2 division 2 who tried to deny me my medication.. takes her hand and wipes it across her nose and face to wipe her nose and continues to work.