A broom makes a good stabbing tool.
First published – Dec 8 2006.
Sup people,
Gonna be off line for a few days working on music commitments so I thought I would write a blog before I jet.
This ones pretty hectkic and something I will surely never forget.
It started off at the kitchen at Goulburn x-wing all the lads had finished work for the day and we were waiting to get back to the wing.
I had quite a few mates of Asian background inside and let me tell you the particular guys I‟m going to tell you about could be ruthless.
Just before the screws took us back to the wing from the kitchen one of my mates we will call S because Im not dropping any names.
S heard that a couple of lads had called him and his fellow country men dogs!
Inside calling someone a dog is pretty much one of the worst things you can brand someone and if you do call someone a dog you better be ready to go all the way with it.
Funny thing is that when I got released a lot of young Aussie guys that don‟t know what‟s up have started to use the word dog as the Americans do to refer to a mate, very strange, lets hope they don‟t find themselves locked up cause that wont last long at all. (Im not dissing these guys each to there own its just heaps weird for me to hear that word spoken so freely after it had so much weight for a long time).
So anyway back to the story.
We get to the wing and by this stage S has really started to fire up and is whipping some other mates of ours into a frenzy!
Somehow S has got his hands on a sharpened house key and is ready to plunge it into this shit talkers head so he gets the lads together including myself and we march up to the top landing to sort this mess out.
At this point I had only been in the system for about 6 months but I had been in long enough to know that there is very little talk in gaol that doesn‟t result in action so I knew this would be no different.
Being new to Goulburn I had the easy job of blocking the cell door so that the guys we were headed to see couldn‟t get out of their cell once shit popped off.
Once we arrived at the cell of the shit talker S and two others marched in, the shit talker was having a game of cards with a mate and they both stood up for some action.
S simply said why did you call us dogs as he tried to slot the key into this guys head right hook style, it skimmed of the side and the five of them began hurling punches at each other until the shit talker managed to pick up a table and throw it at S.
The table bounced of his arms as he blocked it and hit one of our mates in the side of the head cutting it open.
As the table was connecting with a head the shit talker managed to reach out and hit the emergency button which they have in prison cells.
It alerts the screws immediately, inside its known sometimes as the "weak c**t"
button.
After that button was pushed S races out of the cell and down to the end of the landing while telling me to keep the guys in the cell which I did by holding both sides of the doorway with each arm blocking the entrance.
As S gets to the end of the landing so do our other two mates but they go left toward the stairs one with his head bleeding.
S goes right straight into the showers.
I think to myself well Im gonna block this door for a few more seconds and then if the lads don‟t come back im following there lead and getting the hell outta here.
Just after that S comes flying back around the corner with a snapped in half broom handle in his hand.
This bad boy had a pretty sharp point to it.
As he gets closer I move my arm out of the way to let him back into the cell and you can see the look on the shit talkers face as S comes back in with the broom.
He knew what was up!
S ran straight up as close in to the shit talker as he could get and with two hands rammed that broom handle into his liver region.
I couldn‟t see how far it went in but it sure got some blood comin out of this guy.
He dropped to the ground clutching his wound.
A split second after it went down the screws arrived and S was caught with the weapon in hand, not that that really seemed to matter with just days to go on his sentence S was confined to his cell and then released the following week without charge.
It is very rarely that any violence between inmates goes any further than the gaol walls.
You can pretty much get away with beating and maiming each other as long as no screws are injured in which case police are involved straight away.
As for the shit talker he was moved from Goulburn the following day, I can‟t remember where to.
As for me well I went and had dinner and a few games of cards and life returned to normal, well as normal as it gets inside.
Till next time.
Peace.