They wanted him out of the way and wanted to send a message. It was a serious situation because this had happened a number of years ago and a couple of people at parole had died. A picture of the man was passed around, and the office went into a sort of lock-down. Anyone around the parameter of the building had to put on a vest, and the rest of us were kept safely away from windows and doors. Soon after my boss and the guards decided they wanted me out of the “situation” so I was escorted out to my car and taken to safety. Later that day they were able to get a hold of the guy before he was murdered and everyone was okay. Phew.
My miscreants would often say the craziest things, and this one time a young guy at parole who was not a part of our program came in with a busted face. When I asked him what happened he said the following.
“Well, man, I was really needing some crack the other day so I let these guys beat me up for ten dollars and the whole time I was worried about them breaking my crack pipe. I should have been worried about my head probably, but then I went home and my landlady told me to shut up about being loud but I wasn’t being loud and told her so and she got her boyfriend and he threw me down the stairs and I was just really really worried that I was going to break my crack pipe but I didn’t. But my face got busted. It’s cool though.” Good. Continued next post
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