There is a anticipation I am feeling as I lay here with pen & paper in my hands. For I’m aware, in a moment I’ll be off on a journey of words that will bring you behind the razor-wire and walls of Texas’ Administrat Segregation. That’s if you dare enter the hellish nightmare adventurer into my habitation for close to the last thirty years.

 

    Congratutation! You my reader has won a free ticket on this, “Tales From Ad. Seg. Hell” adventurer. This journey will take us down the last three decades of my mental; physical; and spiritual agony, done to me by our prison system in the United States.

 

    Within 1994, I once again found myself in a County Jail - - for the third time - - behind stealing cars to joyride in with friends. I was just a young man in for trying to have a good time - -  cause I didn’t fit in at home.

 

    While within this County Jail’s population myself and two other guys got the bright ideal to give ourselfs early parole, by escapeing. It was not a 100 watt of brightness ideal - - may a 1% watt of brightness. So dim, that none of us stopped to consider what or where we were to do once we gain our early parole.

 

    Our plan on giving ourselves early parole became a reality on May 01, 1994 - - however, it was a short parole. Our parole was revoke three days later, on the grounds we did have the proper authority. Who would ever have guess something as that - - I swear!

 

    So, when we arrived back home - - the County Jail - - with just a little welcome home party by our residence caretakers [We got our back end’s handed to us by our playmates - - the lawmen]. When I was able to see again out of my new color eyes, I found out they was nice enough to give me my own room by myself - - for a very long time. They should’ve have been so kind. This kindness even follower my to the “Big house” - - prison.

 

    Since May 04, 1994 until today’s date [September 05, 2023]. I’ve found myself in some kind of a nightmareish  solitary confinement environment - - all but, maybe three to six months of it.

 

    Within the very short time I spent in population, there was one of my free world amigo at the same farm - - however, he was housed in Ad. Seg.. You won’t believe whom he desired to do something stupid to be able to go back into a second-rate accommodate to kick-it with him! I’ve should had actual kick him instead of kick-it up with him.

 

    Guess who was the half-witted that did what the other half-witted desired? I’m not giving any names - - however, the one that went just could the half-witted penning this. I’ll never tell! Anyway, this was 1999, and as I stated above - - its now 2023. You do the math, cause to painful for me to do it.

 

    So, I tied a couple of razors to a toothbrush - - wouldn’t even harm a cockroach before it fell apart. Then I placed it in a spot that looked as I was hiding it, and waited to be shook down.

 

    Since living within the dreadful quarter’s of Ad. Seg., and watching, as well as experience the mental, physical, and spiritual heartless performance; unlawful actions done to us housed in segregation. I now feel unhuman; unloved (more then I’ve ever felt); don’t desire others touch, compassion, love, communication, or even sexual relationship. I no longer care if I live or die. I don’t even desire to gain my freedom any longer - - been up for parole since 2019, but make sure I don’t make the requirements. 

 

    I now live a life of continual ill-tempered, easy ignited to fight or disrespect others, a very hateful person that don’t really enjoy too many things in this life. I make sure to chase away anybody that desire to run any kind of games, or lie to me. 

 

    Around 2019, I told my blood family to go to hell. That I was now dead to their family - - however, my mother didn’t desire this to be. But, I never back down from no longer loving any of them. A couple has pass on since then - - even my mother - - however, not one tear has fell for any of them.

 

    This is what our United States’ government, and the prison systems desire to carry out. This way that are able to make new laws, and receive more tax payer’s money. They turn church going young men as myself - - that just was in search of a joyride - - into men that has no love or compassion.