Lecumberri the Black Palace: Fun and Games in a Mexican Prison

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Chapter 1 What Is Lecumberri Prison: Mexico City

The name comes from a nearby street. Was opened in 1900, and as I was a witness, closed August 26th, 1976.

It has made a lot of people rich and a lot poor. It in many ways it is a giant shakedown machine. From hijacked taxpayer money for operations, to inmate money for survival. Lecumberri is all about money and nothing else.

I feel fortunate to witness, remember and hopefully entertain those who care to come into a world, so bizarre, so different, than any jail imaginable.

Lecumberri, the prison, will be closed, shutdown and retired. I was one of the last out, due to the work I did and the need for everything to function to "The Last Day Of Operations." I have notes I started making my first year. Kept them in my shop & left with them.

I decided to purge myself and tell about one of the most crazy, funny, insane, comical, violent, murderous environments in the world that was Lecumberri Prison.

I saw the place better than 99.95% of the inhabitants that walked these passages over its 76 year life.

CRAZY PLACE

Lecumberri Prison was technically a Preventiva (preventative). This means, if you are arrested, you are put in jail, as a preventative measure, to keep you from possibly committing more crime, until you’re present case is resolved. La Carcel Preventiva Lecumberri. (The Jail Preventative Lecumberri).

I’ve never heard of a Bail, Bail Bond or Bail Bond company in Mexico during my personal exposure to the Mexican Justice System.

I believe a Mexican with some money can today as well as when I was there, buy off all the Magistrates. It’s the system. Has been and will continue to be. It’s not a matter of what you charge a Mexican with, rather how much money that Mexican can come up with.

I purposely said Mexican. As for foreigners today, it all depends on the current political attitude. That would make a hell of a big book.

Who Runs Lecumberri

Director General Franco------------------------------------AKA Gen Blossom

He was appointed to this post by the President of Mexico, Echeveria. He had a face that was a Gin Blossom.

Santiago Peña Moncada------------------------------------AKA My Guardian Angel

Sub Director Over Many Things, Mainly Industrial Production. A Very Good Man.

Lt. Col. Edgilberto Gil Cardenas------------------------AKA Kill

Sub Director Over Security.

Prison Guards

LECUMBERRI has the 1st, 2nd, 3rd Police Guards. They work a 24 hour shift & are everywhere, but inside the dorms. They manage the gates.

We have police raids, where large numbers of guards quickly enter the dorm looking for contraband. At night on the walls, every 15 minutes you hear the guards holler alerta.

All three police are required to have a PH.D., in brutality. Not once did I witness a beating where the police were accused of being lax or not maintaining the upper advantage.

The beauty of watching a good ass kicking was (let me witness, most people have never watched an ass kicked in so many ways), you did know beyond any doubt, as to what would PROBABLY happen to you, if you crossed certain lines. There were so many lines and Degrees of Beatings.

Never did I witness a beating by the police, where the guards seemed concerned that they might kill you. To the contrary, they appeared to want to kill you and if he got out with his life, you couldn’t blame the police.

Any person, raised in America, will begin to color this world shock. Shock becomes background tint. It’s just hard to explain how the world begins to look and feel with so much fear. Fear becomes a Clear Dense Fog, hugging your every thought and movement.

Chapter 2 Falcons: Hiding Out: Base of Operations

I had 6 months Sunday, all the visits gone and I got to see one hell of a beating. Some poor person was in the Poligano and the Falcons were using this as an opportunity to get some continuing education credits, to maintain their certification in the SORRY SON A BITCH FELLOWSHIP.

I was standing at the crossover between the upper tiers looking at this. One Falcon was holding him by one arm and another Falcon at the other arm. They were moving his arms up and down, while holding him up. There was another at the front. As they moved his arms the one in front would with great force, smashed his elbow into the man’s stomach. (His face looked like Lee Harvey Oswald being shot by Jack Rubi. Maybe that’s the similarity, the probability of how most people look, in the process of getting closer to death, the hard BUT QUICK way). The Falcons let the man crash into the floor. Again the two would lift the man and start moving his arms up and down and he gets hit again in the gut. Down on the concrete floor he hits and they keep doing this. Kill (Sub-Director/ Security Edgilberto Gil (Kill) Cardenas) was standing about 10 feet (3.05m) away. He seemed impatient to get what he wanted. Again he crashes on the floor.

This is not like anything I ever saw on TV. You are watching something so alarming, brutal and violent. Your sense of safety, security, is all on the line. (Actually, they are under the line). These sons of bitches are cold blooded killers. If you get on their shit list, you are for sure more screwed than the Christmas Turkey. When they start working out on you, the term, get the shit kicked out of you, is a reality. Again, this sort of thing is as common as bad food and verga (dong).

I continue watching the ass kicking the Falcons looked over at me, I thought. They began walking over to the F. I didn’t know if they are mad because I was looking or what. I crossed over to the other side and ducked into the cell of Mariachi. All of a sudden they pulled the door open, walked in and began kicking and punching me and the other 2 in the cell. One of the other Falcons walked in and said not them but Mariachi.

They didn’t seem bothered in any way, that this poor bastard (me) and others had just had one hell of a lot of leg damage.

They left with the Mariachi.

(Mariachi was a good man. He helped me one Sunday with, rent, bathing, raffle, stove, a joint on credit and other charges).

I went to my Flat (Crib) and made it a point to just look at a book and not the Poligano.

The next day I told Robert about the Falcons (Falcones) and he began to fill me in on this group.

The PRI party, the Mexican ruling party, had to admit to the Falcons as a political arm of the dark side of the Mexican System; the Ruling Constitutional Monarchy.

When I got to the Berri, the Falcons stood out with their dark dress, clean shaven; muscular and ready to do anything from open the door for someone to killing anyone ordered.

The big story was they were hiding out because after the 1968 student killings, many were out to kill them.

Their main function was and what they were really doing.

#1 Robbing Banks, Cargo hijacking, and blaming it on political parties other than the PRI. What was really going on was the Falcons, a PRI party goon force were dressing like rival political groups and committing crime in their name.

#2 Killing Enemies of the Pri Party. In Mexico, the ones who got it, plan on keeping it.

#3 Murder Incorporated, Not just PRI party enemies, for the right price, you could have anyone killed in Mexico.

#4 Ran Investigations On anyone arrested for robbery, fraud or any crime where large sums of money were unaccounted for. The purpose was to establish if money could be extorted from them while in jail.

Legitimate law enforcement, were out of the loop and trying to catch these lawbreakers. None thought these so called fugitives, were in fact employees of the government and hiding in Lecumberri, their base of operations.

I had a great deal of respect for Robert. He was just too stable, sharp and talented, to fluff his ego with comadres (gossip).

The Falcons left completely during 1973.

Chapter 3 Dormitorio/Jobs & Commissions

On the circular Rondin, the Prisoner arrives at the dorm. Leaving the Rondin and passing through the gate, you enter a prisoner run dormitory where the (now get ready for this) cell doors are locked from the inside.

The dorms were to group prisoners by crime or offense.

The C was for Lecumberri prisoner teachers for the school; professionals (archive) (administrations and records) in general significantly apart (mentally) than the mongrels in the G.

The G mongrels did low level (IQ wise) work, where a fully functioning brain wasn’t required, needed or wanted. Glue was. TINNER! (Thinner)Remember, you might find anything in any dorm. Nothing in Lecumberri is etched stone. Anything can and will go anywhere.

Dormatorio

A Repeat Offenders

B Rape Sexual Assault.

C Elite Commissioned Workers Infinitely More Educated Than The G Mongrels.

D Robbery

E Murder Man Slaughter, Negligent Homicide.

F Drugs, Possession, Sales.

G Commissioned Mongrels, Infinitely Less Educated Than The C Elite.

H New Arrivals

I High Level Political. Important people (prisoners). Safest place on the PLANET.

L Fraud, Embezzlement

M Political Prisoners

N Internal Offenders New Charges

O-Side A Political Prisoners

---Side B Some Protection, Most Americans, Various Charges

I wonder how Lecumberri would have fared in 2014 with the proliferation of gangs whose effect can be felt throughout the entire jail system.

MAYOR (PRISONER) OF DORM. He is the one, when the last mayor left, got together some money, bought the dorm from the Lt. Col. Kill Cardenas. He will charge for things you can’t imagine. Now depending on the dorm, paid money weekly to Kill as rent, for a blanket approval to extort the inhabitants.

You become a contributor and will be charged for cell rent, bathing, upstairs or downstairs cell and how many were in it, raffles, on and on.

Jefe (boss) (prisoner) works for the mayor. They do everything from beat the new, to refresh older ones memory of what a beating feels like.

Motivational enthusiast.

Depending on the dorm, may have a torture room or two. Who’s counting? One of the few rooms locked from the outside is a giveaway to something sinister. Maybe for politicos, maybe for stabbing someone, maybe because someone doesn’t like you.

COMMISSIONS AND EMPLOYMENT

CRIME’S AGAINST THE HEALTH GOOD TIME

Drug charges were all crimes against the health. For every 2 days work, 1 day is deducted from the sentence. Hence 2 for 1. Theoretically, a 6 year sentence could be done in 4 years, if you worked 7 days a week.

NON CRIMES AGAINST THE HEALTH "GOOD TIME was eligible for 2 for 1 and other channels of sentence reduction.

I am repeating an interesting statement: Crimes Against The Health encompassed any drug charge, as well as prostitution, knowing they had a STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease). I mean if anything out of this entire 51 months make’s sense, it’s almost and for sure might be that.

Maximum sentence in Mexico is 40 years and no death penalty. If you get a 5 year or less, you can be released to handle appeals on the outside. Anything over 5, no release until you’ve done your sentence.

If you stay at Lecumberri, for whatever reason, the whole or entire sentence must be done. For any sentence reduction, other than court, you must be in the penitentiary, at Santa Martha and Prevention Social (parole board), does the review, and grants you the commission (job) sentence reduction. Santibaños was over the department in Santa Marta. I liked the man.

Ironically, foreign citizens getting a five year or less sentence were immediately deported. I know of no one deported under these conditions, appeal from outside of Mexico or come back to do their sentence.

Commissions, Jobs And Locations

Inside dormitory commissions were available. Making rugs, macramé, Jefe (boss), were some.

Outside Dormitory Commissions, Were Available, In Many Areas.

Printing Facilities- 2 Separate Locations,

Sastrería (Making Police Uniforms) Hats, Coats, Pants, Jackets).

Zapatería (Boots).

Jaboneria (Soap).

Industrial Cheese Cloth Production (TEXTILE).

Fundición (Foundry, Melting, Castings Metal) (Park Bench) (Machine Shop).

Granito (Granit) (Flooring) (Sewer Covers).

Records and Administration.

Carpintería (Carpentry Furniture Caskets).

Kitchen (Cocinas).

Bakery (Panaderia). Supervision De Talleres (Production Equipment Maintenance and Repair).

Welcome To Lecumberri

Fools Watching Losers Watching Fools

Chapter 4 A Look At Lecumberri

The front entrance of Lecumberri (6 o’clock), sticks out square, with rounded corners. The building houses the courts above and administrative offices below.

Inside, the first Thing is Peña’s office. To the right is the I dorm. To the left is dorm H. In between is a large open patio leading to a water Tower.

To most of us, the water tower was the center of the universe. The Poligano. If you are sitting at the Poligano (polygon), you have probably screwed up and are waiting to see Kill, for a quick judgment.

Leaving the patio, the first thing is the Circular Rondin. The Rondin (expressway) is a walkway that is circular with offices, business and security, on the inside. The outside of the Rondin are the Dorms. From the center of the tower, the Poligano area, DORM A-G, can be seen, from front to back. Like a wagon wheel, with the spokes the dorms. Dorm M and N are set back slightly, and not viewed from the ground level tower. Dorm l is set back further, and not viewed from tower. Dorm O is completely out of the area, to the left of Campo.

Businesses on the inside of Rondin are several

1st and best was the Conasupo. This is a Mexican government owned supermarket chain. Coffee, sugar, canned goods, after shave, and much more.

I made it a point to say after shave, because Savango would buy it often. He would bring it back to the O, and sell it to George Dark Hyde (Moreno) who made mixed drinks.

COCKTAILS ANYONE?

Jorge would use lemon, lime and god knows what, to flavor, cover the taste, hell I don’t know. I just remember looking at all the remnants of fruits in the drain outside. Looked like a big production to make it potable.

Jorge (George) Moreno died in the prison hospital. He had, I believe a ruptured blood vessel in the stomach. So they say. Just who are they.

Tough place to die.

George had been a heroin distributer, and was mentioned in the book, Kaplan.

Most dorm mayors, didn’t let or want inmates buying commodities from anywhere but their own dorm store. Of course dorm stores had a considerably higher price.

2nd was the magazine salesman, Grab A Dick. He would usually leave by 12pm. 3rd in the same area was the Coffee and Torta (sandwich) store. Lalo ran it. As well, the area housed the water pumps and crude oil pumps for the Panaderia (Bakery) Ovens.

The Magazine Salesman, Grab a Dick, would sit to the left of the door entrance. He was also the one to cash money orders from home. He’d love to get the new ones to stand close and while counting your money, reach down and grab your dick. That man loved grabbing dicks and lit up when successful.

Was it the jail or the culture?

Talking to a friend who knew Mexico, said it would happen to him, not in jail. He said his girl friends sister wanted to know his giblet details, reached down and found out.

Grab a Dick was the type I liked the most. So damn outrageous, you knew, you could never forget HIM.

Terry an American had just received a check in the mail. I pointed him to Grab A Dick. Kicking back a few feet, I watched the transaction. He reached down and grabbed his dick. Terry jumped and Grab A Dick laughed. Terry asked if I saw that man grab his dick. I said, No way, that sorry son of a bitch did that.

Lalo gave me lots of free food and did side jobs as open heart surgeon.

The coffee was instant Nescafe. The Tortas were egg, ham, peppers, and mayo on Bolio (bread), stacked anyway you want it.

Lalo had a problem treating eggs like a hamburger. Lalo would press down, smashing the egg over and over.

I remember getting pan cakes at the dorm café. They were beating and smashing the poor cakes. I just don’t get it. I guess if the only thing a kitchen had was a spatula, everything begins to look like a hamburger. I know I hate an egg and I’ll eat them on a Torta because it cost the same.

In Mexico, there is no gut wagon and the buzzards are treated like tender young pheasants. I know I don’t want to die 70 calories from the finish line. That’s about one egg.

4th was the Smoothie stand (Jugos). It was the quickest way to get a lot of things like raw eggs, fruit, milk, and sugar into your system.

To the left of the smoothie stand, in the same doorway was the showers for new comers.

5th on the dorm side of Rondin is the Panaderia (bakery), where bread, and lard pastries could be bought for very little. I think Bolios and lard pastries were 5 for a peso (8 cents US for 5). On the side, an easy place to buy yeast for home brewing.

6th Cocinas (kitchen/mess) was where all those buckets of shit come from.

You could buy 30 eggs for 10 pesos (80 cents US). I kilo of biftek (beef steak) 20 pesos (1.60 dollar US. 2.2 lbs.). You could buy anything that was supposed to be in the food.

As many have said, Lecumberri is a replica of the world outside. And the replica is a big replica.

The Dingle by Yanaga Garcia

Walking into Lecumberri, Will I walk out a fairy?

A damn mean bunch, I’ve been told.

Dude listen clearly, Don’t look to my asshole

I need help, In watching my back.

And the stories about The Palace Black.

Entering this world, Of Hell to see.

This is the last place, I’d take LSD.

I Know That’s Right

Chapter 5 Express Walk (Rondin) Entertainment

With drawings, pictures, the Berri, can be understood as far as layout, comprised of stone, cement, bars, gates, roofs, guards and towers.

No one, in my research or in my stay at the Berri, discussed or mentions the walkways, which in itself gave Lecumberri a unique sound experience.

The outdoor walkways in the Rondin, the dorm patios, and the entrance walkway are all made of cut volcanic rock bricks with cement used as grout.

The prison is 70+ years old. The volcanic rock has worn at a different rate than the concrete. This makes for a very rough uneven walkway.

1st Place Lecumberri Rondin Show Marching Band

We have trumpets played several times of day. Three of those times, announce your breakfast, lunch and dinner.

At those three times, first you hear the bugles crank up. In a procession, 20 Bugle Playing Cabrones (Bastards) cruise around the Rondin (jail expressway), passing Dorm A-G. They are a rough looking bunch. Torn clothes, flip flops, hey do you guys know Purple Haze or Eight Miles High?

If musical instruments are for making music, no one told those guys. It does sound sorta military.

The last guy, or sorta bugle blower or musician or burnt out sorta rehabilitated glue indulgent insurgent was usually loaded and hitting some notes that can’t be confused with anything being played by the precision marching band. They even remind me of the Texas A&M University Precision Marching Band. The main difference was, the A&M band could play music and marched with precision.

I’ll be honest; I think he is a sorry stinking doped up son of a bitch but he is in fact simply a sorry doped up stinking sorry son of a bitch. He does real dope, the hard stuff. You got to be loaded to play that way. If he wasn’t a banner for drug abuse, then nothing is. I wanted to do an intervention to help him. I don’t think I can get through to him without being loaded. I know if I make any sense, I’ll lose him.

2nd Place Lecumberri Rondin Show Food Parade

Now what we are waiting for, Mexican jailhouse food. As the music dies out, 30 carts, loaded with beans and other culinary masterpieces, hits the Rondin at one time, going for the different dorms and work places. The uneven walk causes the food to slosh, go all over the walk. Big aluminum institution buckets of shit, moving around the cart. As the buckets are flying around, banging into each other and one is sure to fall off, shit going everywhere, workers coming out to clean it up, while someone else starts beating on the one who made the mess. It’s like the Circus, different acts, but a Circus.

If there was available, a film of that procession, as it leaves the mess (Cocinas); it would be worth a fortune. No one alive, who was here, will ever be able to get a mind’s eye, mind’s ear, mind’s taste and mind’s nose, out of their head of that event.

3rd Place Lecumberri Rondin Show Parting Insults

Rondin (expressway) a 76 year old cop leaving with about 30 others. As they pass by the dorm, he is screaming insults.

Your mother sucks donkey dicks. All of you are sons of 70 dicks. I screw your mother in the ass. He is giving out insults that would get you beat to death and with him they find it funny.

Mothers really take it up the butt in this jail. I kinda knew mamma, madre, great whore, were endearing. Like the image Dorunkan has of his very own me.

SPUR

I finally found out who Puto Culero is. All of these Mexicans are named Puto Culero. I know, every time I holler, Hey you Puto Culero. Everyone looks. Puto must be everyone’s first name. I proved this one day, I yelled, Puto, and everyone looked. They did the same when I hollered, Stupido Puto Culero (Stupid Queer Asshole). That’s a full name?

The food is always disappointing. If that festering pile of sludge could be compared to mental health, we all committed suicide last week.

After a few minutes they leave, going back to where it started. Still making a lot of noise, but nothing like them together.

SPUR PLUS POINT OF INTEREST (POI)

When In Bogotá, I Went To A Japanese Movie About A Big Fight Between A Huge Lizard And Some Bad Ass That Flew. The Movie Was Made In Japanese, Dubbed In English And Sub Titled In Spanish.

INNER SPUR POI

On TV, a show made in English dubbed in Spanish, made in 1975, had a most interesting philosopher. He stated,

Most women now have a working career. When they get home, they make supper, take care of cleaning, help with homework, wash dishes, do some clothes and get the kids in bed.

Meanwhile, her husband gets home, gets a beer, sits down and watches TV. He takes care of his career and of course not all, but an alarming percent of men are precisely such. They don’t know how to cook, do dishes, clean house, and handle the kid’s homework, Etc. Etc. Etc.

The woman has had to wear, and wear well, many different hats and skills. Where man has become obsolete.

Make what you will with that information

Little Bucky Ph.D. and Belle Gunness

-1313 Stretch Cir.

-Polio, North Korea

What Do Fat Dudes Look Like?

----A Modern Look at a Nation, With Only One Overweight Person, the Beloved Leader.

Chapter 6 Teslas Pozo (Well)

It would hard to estimate, the number of people who literally had the shit beat out of them at the Poligano. How many people were killed at the Poligano?

Thinking about what I saw in the jail, of which some was at the Poligano. It dawned on me, without the concrete floor, the volcanic rock walkways, people getting the hell beat out of them, would have had nothing to catch them. The sound of bones inside people hitting the concrete. You now have a new companion that no one understands. You for the rest of your life can hear that sound. You just can’t hear your own.

I never witnessed someone being caught or helped avoid that collision with the hard surface. 2 for 1. They hit you and the ground hits you.

TESLA AND HIS WELL (POZO)

Another sound, I will never get out of my head, is the unhuman (but human) sound of people thrown in water, with 120 volt wires tied around them, getting the crash course in Hell On Earth.

When this is going on, the sounds are nightmares awake. At first, it would make me run. It sounds like some animal I don’t want to know, like a wild bear or mountain lion. The guard laughed at me, saying, It’s only, this hijo de Puta (son of a whore). Pointing to a man, dripping water again, being drug in to see Kill again, then hit again, then hit the floor again, then Hey buddy lets go for another swim with 50 or 60 Hz."

It’s the electricity, surely it has hit you a time or two.

Not in 5 ft. (1.52m) of water. Somehow I think the water enhances the experience.

I think you are right.

After a while, it just becomes the scenery. The Audio/Video Scenery. This bothered me but after a few years, I was glad "It Isn’t Me."

You don’t like it, like the food, but after seeing so many decent people, treated in such a way and so many buckets of food that looked and tasted like shit. You just walk by the buckets of shit, and that poor person, beat to hell and back. It’s just the scenery. That’s all it is.

At the moment, I’m not being beat, shocked, or pissed on. That’s where I live, in the moment.

We all do here!

Chapter 7 More Pozo

To set the mood or prevailing mind set or business as usual, I make an example of a day I went to see Kill. I needed to call home. I forget what I needed to call about. If I were in Vegas, I’d put odds at 25,000 to 1, The call was for money.

Getting about 10 feet (3.05m) from Kill’s office, the guard and I were stopped in our tracks by a lot more than I wanted to see. Some poor man has pissed off Kill. They must be trying to get something or some information. They march him in front of kill. Kill’s girlfriend is sitting on a chair by his desk. They ask him something. He doesn’t say the right thing and bam; they smash him in the head with a book or club or fist or pipe and he hits the concrete floor.

Kill has turned his head towards Lupicita and they begin to talk about a new store opening in The Zona Rosa (Pink Zone Mexico City). (More high-end than just outside the gate).

The guards drag him off to a hole where water leaks collect below the tower. Beside the hole is an electrical box. They wrap a wire around him and push him back into the water. When they hit the juice, that poor son of a bitch in 4 ft. or more of water begins to make noise. Again, if someone was to hear this person’s noise (I guess many would think this man is pleading or crying to please stop. Just noise. There is no way a person going through that hell could form words or anything coherent) without seeing him, you may not think the noise is human generated. Matter of fact, it sounds like nothing you have ever heard and for sure you and others didn’t want to be the one making noise.

Who really needs a rulebook. The sounds are all the rules I want to hear.

SPUR

A few years ago, I was servicing some Car Lot Lighting. My rig was insulated but my head touched the light housing as I touched the capacitor. My point is I could count the cycles going through me. I have never been so sure of anything in my life; I wanted no more of that. Being an Electrician and getting hit a few thousand times; I’d gladly take again any 2 of my more intense shocks, over that one against that light pole.

I am saying I am clueless, without any remote comparison or understanding of what that poor son of a bitch was going through at the Poligano.

Just more of the Hell, I gave the name Tesla’s Well.

BACK

I have been hurt in many ways. I’ve been around when people broke bones or got the hell beat out of someone with cries to stop.

I have never heard anything so horrible and unlike any human generated sound. There sat Kill and Lupicita totally ignoring the almost killing going on.

They drag him back.

They asked him something and he doesn’t give an answer and bam, down he goes again. Hitting the floor with what is now not as novel, as 5 minutes ago when you saw it for the first time. Drug him out.

To be brief, business as usual.

I did need to use the phone. Kill and everyone not getting beat were acting like no big deal. Shit I’ll just act like there is no big deal and walked up to Kill and asked to use the phone.

Talking with my mother, someone yelled something at the guy getting beat and shocked and bam, down he went on the floor. Several guards making a lot of noise, drug him back to the water. Mother asks what was going on.

I told her, Just the usual stuff.

What is the usual stuff?

Just the sounds that come with the scenery.

It’s a collect call and mom was raised in the depression. She let it go.

I love you mom.

TESLAS WELL

Water and 120 Volts

You better quit coughing,

And you better cough up,

The man can tell,

As the floor hits him.

Going for another brisk swim,

In the water in the hell,

That I gave the name Teslas Well

Bring the boy, no longer a man,

Throw him back in,

When will he understand,

He’s gone where few humans can,

In the Hell of Teslas Well.

Hold him under, pull the noose,

Under water, don’t let him loose,

Makes the guards laugh like hell

Now hit him with, electric juice,

It’s just fun for us, We aren’t in Hell.

Ask him how the jolts, Move him with volts.

Few can tell, About the Hell,

That I gave the name, Tesla’s Well.

Lane Ryan

Chapter 8 King Lorenzo Dorm G

When the last mayor of the G left, Lorenzo (murder) was able to get enough money together to buy the dorm from Lt. Col. Edgilberto Kill Cardenas, the Lecumberri Dark God, Sub-Director Security.

Several years as mayor has left Lorenzo spoiled. He has a good looking wife coming in daily. A cell with color TV, stereo, street food, booze, heroin, weed, good store bought clothes, butler, and anything else he wanted. A King. Snap his finger and send 10 Jefes (bosses) (prisoners) to a cell, and chew up some poor man’s life.

Life is good for a loser by someone’s standard. A true jail house winner, who wanted some others belongings and killed to get them.

We got a thousand here with those credentials. A thousand who think differently, who believe differently, who act differently than most. You piss these off and their reaction is to kill. You !!

I might understand !! How many of these mongrels would I kill, if given the chance? I think the biggest revelation was that thought, that with such ease, I could act just like those mongrels and kill some mongrel, just like those mongrels. The only fear would be to get caught and absolutely not give a big DAMN for that now dead mongrel.

It’s strange when you realize, there are a few hundred here that would be damn easy to kill. I’m saying they need to be killed. Start with me.

The second worst thing you can do is kill someone. The worst thing is to get caught.

Being brought up in a family where human life didn’t seem to have much value, I have lived their reality, but I had more food.

This place challenges everything they told me a human was. Most don’t have a straight tooth in their head. You put these mongrels on Medi-Care or Caid or Medi- Bush Monkey and finally Medi-Mongrel and every Orthodontist in the world would move to Mexico for the