Organised beatings, a close call.
First published – Feb 28 2007.
Hey people,
Its been a while since I‟ve been online so I thought I better swing through and write a blog.
Im doing a small business management course and on top of my music and everything else its getting hard to get to the pc.
Anyway this blog is called organised beatings so lets get started.
During my stay in the NSW prison system I got to see how creative people can be when dishing out some violence especially when it involves revenge.
One favourite the boys have when dealing with someone that is out of line but is one of their own crew is to place a chair in a cell and have the all the lads stand around it in a circle.
It sounds like musical chairs but it‟s a bit more hectic than that.
The culprit sits in the chair and has to take the beating dished out by the lads surrounding him, if he runs he must be a dog, if he stays he still has some heart, he takes his beating and it‟s forgotten.
I heard a couple of these games of musical chairs and witnessed one myself, one day I even almost took a seat myself thanks to some mis communication.
I got back from work at the gaol kitchen to hear from the main lads in our crew that some things had been said about me that had got me in trouble.
We headed to a cell and went inside; the boys were all standing around with a seat ready for me in the middle.
Most of the lads knew me fairly well and couldn‟t believe I had opened my mouth (
which I hadn‟t).
I took a seat and began to get the old sweaty palms you get when things make you a bit nervous.
Part of my brain was explaining I hadn‟t opened my mouth while other parts were working out the best way to take this beating.
Just when I thought the party was about to begin the main man in our group told me he just couldn‟t believe I would have opened my mouth and said he had to grab the guy that had made these accusations about me and allow me to speak to him face to face first.
I felt a lot calmer then knowing I was getting the chance to prove I am a man of my word.
The main man returned alone and pulled me out of the seat to apologise.
It turned out the guy that had said I opened my mouth had actually been the one that talked and was trying to use me as a scape goat.
When it looked like the guys had found him out he had just ran to the screws and had himself put into protection.
Anyway its 6.30 am and I have to start getting sorted for class.
kokyprik.com should be up this week with all the real hip hop and that Aussie true crime blog shit from me and other dudes locked up round the state.
Hope shit is all good people.
Back soon.
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