“Jail House Snitches”

I was first locked up on Dec 21, 2008 that was when all of this began for me. From that day I spent 26 months in the worst jail I had ever been in.

It’s a funny thing to.

I had served time in four other jails… some that were even more violent than this jail that I considered so bad.

Some that even fed worse.

So, what made this jail top of the list for “worst ever”?

The jail house snitches.

Never in my life had I seen so many guys who were locked up and ready to go right to work for the prosecutor.

Whatever happen to “don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time?”

Its seemed if now a day’s everyone was content with “doing the crime…”

But the whole “doing the time” part… that shit was for the birds.

Or so it seemed.

When I was arrested, the cop said to me “just get us some more drugs and more guns… you might serve like 18 months.” They said.

You know what I did?

I cried…like a baby…my fucking eyes out.


Because I knew I was never going to cooperate.

I was never going to be a snitch. I was never going to tell on someone else because I had fucked up and gotten caught.

I was gonna take mine on the chin. Like a man.

I also knew because I didn’t cooperate and because I wasn’t willing to, I was going away for a long time.

I cried because I felt like my life was over.

In the jail guys were more than willing to cooperate. They either had information on other cases, or they would work from the inside to gain information.

How did they work from the inside to gain other information? You might ask.

Well, they would befriend individuals who had open cases that those individuals were trying to fight. Where none of these guys wanted to plead guilty in their cases! These guys were high priority targets for jail house snitches.

Quickly, let me add that I was not a target at all.

I was the exception to the rules…

I had confessed to all the charges against me at interrogation like a stand up guy would do. I did disperse the implication of a friend of mine and a chick, who were both with me at the time of my arrest.

I was of no use to the “house rats”.

Once the snitches found targets, then befriended them, they would then work towards gaining the trust of those individuals. Then, if the snitch could do so, he would try like “all hell” to get the target to open up about his case.

The real “meat of the matter”.

All the intricate “ins and outs” of the case.

Mind you that this jail that I speak of, it’s notoriously know for its high number of informants.

So… how would the rats tackle this problem? How would they get these guys to talk about their cases, especially when they know they’re in a jail that is full of guys looking to “jump on” other people’s cases?

They would invite them to join a gang.

By joining a gang an individual would assume he could trust those who would be his gang brothers.

Well, you know what they say when you assume something?

You make an ass out of you and me.

Part of this gang initiation was not only to get your ass kicked by all your little gang brothers for 60 seconds without being able to fight back… but also, to explain what you are locked up for and why.

This was the ultimate key to success for the jail house snitches.

In other cases snitches would befriend guys with open cases and then gain information single handedly.  Then trade that information with other snitches that had information on other cases as well. That way they could all “jump on” multiple cases for time reduction.

These low life’s traded case information like baseball cards.

In one particular fucked up case, there was a snitch named G in my cell block. He became friends with his cell mate who faced multiple robbery charges.

The cellie told G everything.

G would leave the cell block weekly to meet with the prosecutor.

Somehow the cellie had no idea what was going on.

I’ll never forget the morning I was leaving the jail to be transferred to prison. While in a “holding tank”, I saw G being placed in a protective custody holding cell across from the holding tank area.

I knew that meant he was going to court that morning.

Then, shortly after I saw the cellie, he had court that morning.

The “holding tank” as they are called where we were held are for guys going to court, getting transferred, and new lock ups. There are two holding tanks right next to one another… separated by a Plexiglas window.

I was in one.

The cellie was in another

He saw me through the window and called me over.

Through the Plexiglas he asked, “You see G?”

“Yeah” I said. “I think he is going to court this morning too.”

The cellie looked like his entire world had just crashed down behind him.

That was my last memory that I took from that place.


A Work of Art

I figured I would share some of Joe’s work he has done over the past year, with all of you. He is very talented and his talent only continues to grow with every piece of artwork that he creates.

He has created a Joewriteshiswrongs Facebook “like” page which I mentioned last week for those of you who missed that post, you can find the Facebook page here. For the ones who don’t have Facebook, I figured I would go ahead and share a few pieces of his art/cartoons on here. I also figured I would share some because most of the cartoons that he posts on here to go with his stories are just quick drawn up ones that he doesn’t put all his talent and effort into.

When it comes to Joe’s art/cartoons he is his biggest critic… A lot of the pieces I posted he liked at first and now that he has gotten so much better he looks back at them and starts naming all this stuff he did wrong or could have done better. I personally think they all look great. Granted, I am no artist, but I know I could never draw or paint 99% of the stuff he can. Lol

This is from a comic strip he was working on that I personally love…



This first painting is a picture of his father. I personally think he did an awesome job on this one; it looks just like the picture of his dad he painted it from.


He painted this piece after Paul Walker’s death as a tribute to him on his old blog.


A few other paintings he has done…








I also figured now that Joe has added the Characters Caricatured portion to his blog, I would also post some older caricatures he has done so you can see how far along he has come with creating caricatures over the past year.





I wanted to add this one because I love the show, plus I think he did good with this one…considering it was when he first started drawing caricatures. Don’t hold the speck on his nose against Joe though, lol that was from the scanner and I noticed it after…now I am just too lazy to go through ALL his artwork to find it and re-scan it. 🙂


This caricature was drawn from a picture off of Google images.




What is your opinion of his work? Which one is your favorite? Least favorite? Any and all feedback is always welcome 🙂

He is working on a painting right now which he is almost done with that he is sending me and I can’t wait to see it and post it. This piece will actually be of a scene…which is something new to him. He say’s it looks really good so far though.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!


A Character Caricatured… My Mural Painting buddy Shelton

I’ve mentioned Shelton by name in at least one previous story… “The Gay Notebook.” But I know he’s been a part of a few other ones too.

“Ticket Fever and a Mural Mishap…” the other mural painter who was with me when we could have easily ignited a turf war between 2 rival gangs all because of a giant colorful spot we accidently painted behind a building… Yep, that was Shelton with me.

Shelton is a really good friend of mine and someone I can talk to anytime I’m on the brink of self-destructing.

He is about 10 years my senior, and a lot of times I make fun of him for being old. But in all actuality I’ve probably got just as much grey hair as he does, and I’m 10 years younger than him!

Being as I act terribly immature for my 31 years, Shelton is WAY more mature than me. He’s also a lot more humble too.

I admire his ability to cope with incarceration and even more years than me spent in prison and still has his wits about himself.

I gain a lot of insight talking with Shelton and he is guaranteed to pop up in more stories to come in the future.



A Character Caricatured… My Bunkie Kenny

Meet my Bunkie “Kenny” he sleeps on the top bunk above my bunk.

When Kenny first moved into my housing unit and I first saw him the first thing I noticed were the 2 tattoos on his FACE!

On one side of his face he has “I AM WHO I AM” tatted from his sideburn down to his chin. Sort of like a chin strap beard. Why he has this, I have no idea.

He claims to have no idea, either. But it is pretty self-explanitory as to what it means.

Kenny “is who he is.”

On the other side of this face, he has a smaller tattoo which is a little harder to make out.

It’s positioned roughly between his sideburn and his chin only more so-centered.

This tattoo says “GOD’S GIFT”

When I first noticed this tattoo I asked Kenny what the hell it meant.

“What, do you think you’re God’s Gift to women?” I asked.

“Does that represent how well you THINK you talk to them?!?”

Kenny has a very psychopath type of way to himself. He is very weird. Yet, at the same time, he is also pretty awesome.

When I asked him about the God’s Gift tattoo, he turned very slowly to look at me with his beady little squinty eyes and responded.

“I’m pretty good at eatin’ vagina.” He said.

Have you ever met someone who is smart, but also dumb as hell at the same time.

Well, that’s Kenny.

One day he wanted to prove that he could figure out Meeko’s locker combination. So he put his ear to the lock, and started turning the dial. Next thing you know “pop.”

Kenny had picked the lock.

Meeko said Kenny had just gotten lucky. So Kenny picked up someone else’s lock and did the same thing.

He put the lock to his ear, turned the dial, and “pop.”

Another lock picked.

We were all awed by Kennys’ awesomeness.

That is until he tried to open his own locker soon after.

All that lock picking and number sequence remembering had caused him to forget his own damn locker combination.

It took him an hour to remember the code.

One day me and Kenny were sitting in group and he had a blank confiscation form in his hand. A confiscation form is given to prisoners when contraband is seized from them by an officer.

I asked Kenny why he has the form and what he planned to do with it.

“I’m going to fill it out and put it on Meekos’ bed.” Kenny said.

Kenny filled out the form.

Where it said item confiscated, Kenny wrote “18 inch pink dildo.”

Where it said reason for confiscation, he wrote “larger size needed.”

As he filled out the form, the two of us sat in group snickering like simpleton idiots we tend to be when engaging in such immature endeavors.

Kenny said he had to wait to put Meekos’ name on the form until he could sneak a peek and his prison I.D. that way he could properly fill out the form with Meekos’ full name and state prison number.

So, that was it for the moment. The joke was over.

The day continued.

I forgot about the form.

I guess Kenny did too.

Later that evening, after I had gotten back from work, Kenny told me some funny shit.

He told me that he had gotten called over to medical and that when he left; the officer working medical searched him.

Kenny had forgotten that the confiscation form was in his pocket.

The C.O. pulled the folded up form out from Kennys’ pocket and asked “what’s this?”

Kenny said the officer read the confiscation form with the 18 inch pink dildo that had been confiscated due to a larger size being needed.

The form still had no name on it so the C.O. who luckily wasn’t too much of a dick, played right along with it.

As if the form belonged to Kenny the officer said, “You might want to keep this to yourself.”

Kenny is a smart guy.


But, he is also dumb as hell, too.


Characters-Caricatured…The guy’s I’m incarcerated with

A lot of these guys I’m incarcerated with are some real characters…

Because of that, I came up with an awesome idea and a new twist to be added to what is already so much of an in-depth look at my life incarcerated.


Each caricature will be of a guy I know here in prison. Plus a little story about what makes each guy unique and interesting and deserving of being mentioned here on JoeWritesHisWrongs.

Believe me. All of these guys are unique and interesting and deserving of being mentioned. Plus, now when I tell stories you might have a little more understanding and background on some of these individuals mentioned.

Will I get everyone caricatures who I mention in my stories?

Probably not!

But I’m definitely going to try and get the most important people mentioned caricatured.

Some guys will have real names like “Shep,” “Meeko,” “Shelton,” “Kenny…”

But others will have “nicknames” like Mr. I’m too good for prison and I think I belong on a Hollywood set with a trailer and a latte.”

Its guys like this that will probably end up being the funniest of all… Or at least I’ll damn sure make sure all of you see what I think is so damn funny about these guys.

So to save face and embarrassment, code names must be used for them.

Caricatures, much like cartoons, are something I really enjoy creating.

I have definitely wanted to utilize them on my blog and now I have found a way to do so.

I hope you enjoy the cartoon version of the guys I AM IN SOME CASES forced to deal with.

Oh, and by the way, “Mr. I’m too good for prison and I think I belong on a Hollywood set with a trailer and a latte…” he is real.

I will introduce him to you.

Only first, I have to figure out how to get him to sit down for 10 minutes so I can draw him.

Especially considering he hates me!

Creating Cartoons While Incarcerated And Searching For Success…

Being how I began cartoons while incarcerated, I’ve learned everything that I know about the trade from either a jail cell or prison cell.

I can still remember back from when I first began creating cartoons and how I had all these crazy fantasies of finding immense success threw my endeavors even while incarcerated! That was close to five years ago, and since then, I’ve learned a hell of a lot. Like just how hard it is to get a publication to take notice of your work.

And don’t let it be a big time cartoon magazine like Playboy or The New Yorker. Those magazines get anywhere between 1500-3000 cartoons submitted to them each week!

Early into my efforts to create cartoons and then submit them to different publications I came up with a philosophy that has proven to have some truth to it.

Not a lot of people or publications are willing to take seriously a guy who is incarcerated no matter how hard he works towards creating positive changes in his life.

I remember one time I had submitted a cartoon to a magazine through a friend. I sent the cartoons to my friend Earl in a package with extra envelopes and stamps. He then repackaged the cartoons and sent them for me to the publication.

This avoided the “jail mail” stamp that would have been present on the envelope had I sent it directly myself.

Sending the cartoons through my friend was sort of successful… the magazine sent a post card back saying thanks for the submission, but they were not accepting any cartoons until the New Year.

By the time the New Year rolled around, I resubmitted again. Only by now I had lost contact with Earl so I had to submit them personally… from prison… jail mail stamp and all.

No post card was sent back this time. Not one thing saying thanks but no thanks.

In fact I didn’t hear a word.

I accepted that because I had to. Plus, rejection is 99% of cartooning anyways… you have to be able to handle rejection.

But still… a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if the fact I am incarcerated played any part in the decision process.

To make it as a successful cartoonist, it is an impossibly hard thing to do.

To make it as an successful cartoonist while in prison, chances are that it’s really not gonna happen.

But still every day I try.

And for a little more insight as to just how hard it is to be a cartoonist, check out this 60 minute segment on cartooning that just aired last night. You can find the 13 minute video here.

Ready for the warm weather

Jen here…I figured I would add a little entry, got to do that from time to time.

Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend! Here in Virginia, it has been beautiful…so yesterday I got to get some outside work done and kick the soccer ball with my son and throw the football with him.

Joe spent most of the day outside, playing soccer. He loves playing soccer, it is his favorite sport to play…watching wise, he watches all sports pretty much, but like me he loves some football. And I love we are both Patriots fans!!!

Back on topic…lol

During the winter since it gets darker earlier the rec yard at the prison is closed in the afternoon, so the guys don’t get to get outside much and that tends to play on some actions I think. I can tell Joe gets a little irritated more in the winter. lol I say this because yesterday talking to him was GREAT!!! He seemed like he was in a great mood and he actually got to go out and enjoy himself and the fresh air…which he DEFINITLY needed.

Joe has a habit of working himself way to hard sometimes. He is trying so hard to amount to something and better his life from his past choices and in doing so sometimes he takes on too much and overwhelms himself. So when he gets a chance to actually enjoy himself and go outside and plays soccer or workout I can tell it makes his day much better.

Today it is suppose to rain, if it rains Joe will spend the day finish painting a mural he has been working on. It is of a sunset and some water, it sounds beautiful. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when finished. And of course, I will post it for all of you to see as well.

Facebook Crowd

For those of you who follow my blog you know that I blog about my life incarcerated and how I am trying to turn a negative situation into a positive thing by trying to better my life, along with stories of the chaos I am surrounded by daily, plus the occasional art work I create.

I have created a Facebook “like” page for my drawings, caricatures, cartoons and painting that I create and if you have a Facebook I highly recommend you “like” my page and become a fan.

I will still occasionally add my artwork on my blog as well, along with cartoons that I create for certain stories. This is just a page for most of my other work.

If you were interested in checking it out you can find it at Facebook.com/Joewriteshiswrongs or I have a link to it on my blog. Please share it with anyone who you think might like it.

I don’t know where most of you are from…here is Virginia, it is BEAUTIFUL out today! I am going to go enjoy the weather and play some soccer.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!