There is no rest while in pursuit of what some might consider impossible… Even on Labor Day.

It’s Labor Day and that’s an important day for me.

  1. I have today off from my hell-like job.
  2. I have an opportunity to work on my videos and this blog.
  3. It’s almost been one year since I’ve been released from prison.

Wow. Next month marks one year since I came home from being locked up for almost a decade.

I’ve done a hell of a lot in that year, too!

I’m very proud of how far I’ve gotten just to be where I am now.

There is a lot of news to report about this blog and AfterPrisonShow on YouTube.

So lets begin.

First, there will be some changes coming to this blog very soon. Not really sure what exactly those changes will be. To be honest. But I have cancelled my premium plan here on wordpress. Which I think will mean something like this blog may go back to Joewriteshiswrongs.wordpress.com I think that is one of the major ones…

But no matter what changes do come. I will continue to post new content and updates here as often as I’m able too.

Next, there are some new videos to look out for on YouTube from AfterPrisonShow.

These new videos are ones that I think you will find highly entertaining and interesting. So please check them out as I get them uploaded.

I really appreciate everyone who has stuck with Joewriteshiswrongs/AfterPrisonShow throughout all this time. And I want you to know that I feel like I’m really starting to find my way with all of this that I have set out to do.

Things are definitely starting to pick up for me and my social ventures. And I want to thank all of you who have supported an ex prisoner turned good guy who is just trying to turn it all around for once in his life.

I hope my story and my perseverance will serve to motivate others somehow.

And just know that even on Holidays such as Labor Day when folks are supposed to rest from labor…

I’m working.

Whether at my job or at my dream…

I’m always working.

Check out some of what you may have missed too!

How Prison Completely Changed My Life.

How to make a prison tattoo gun

How do prisoners make tattoo ink and tattoo?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What would you do if you found out the person you were dating was really of the opposite sex?

So I’m trying to really get back to my blog. I swear I am. Time constraints from the job and everything else that I’m trying to put into motion just make that damn hard to do.

But I’m here now because I have a break between concrete pours and I just wanted to let all of you know what’s been going on lately.

I just held my third Paint Nite with Joe event this past Sunday and it absolutely tanked…

I had a total of three people show up to the event.

That was pretty discouraging. But still, I realized that my lack of promoting the event was the cause of the poor attendance.

So, for the next one, I will have to do a lot more promoting.

Also, I’ve been shooting videos for the The After Prison Show.

I just shot a new one yesterday and I’m curious to know what you think about it.

It’s a really edgy topic that I sort of make funny and I’m not sure what the response to that will be. Whether received well. Or hated…

So I ask all of you to weigh in and let me know what you think.

Check it out here, please.

It’s on the topic of “transgenders.” And with so much in the news about supporting or not supporting transgenders. I thought why not pose a legitimate question on the topic.

Annnnd, sort of have some fun while doing so.

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Again, heres the the link to this InTeReStInG video

But I’m not sure if it might just be a little too much. Which is why I’m hoping that you will offer up your thoughts on the topic or the video in general.

I appreciate you doing so and I hope to be making a comeback here.

I miss this place.

And I miss all the support I used to get from everyone here.

Also I’ve got some new video equipment on the way now..!

So videos that I’ll be shooting in the near future will be a heck of a lot better than anything I’m doing right this second with an Ipad camera and some basic movie maker software.

Hell, I’ll be able to do green screen work very soon..!

So just imagine how awesome my content will be then.

That is…

If you even think it’s awesome in the first place…

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Well, that’s all for now and until we meet again…

Stay safe and enjoy life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little update about an awesome job I found as an ex con with little experience.

So here’s a little logic to keep in mind for the afterprisonshow.

If I’m not posting, that is because I’m working.

But if I am posting, well then, obviously I am not working…

Unless of course we’re talking about anytime I posted while at work on a job for the temp service…

Working on jobs that did not matter at all…

( I will never miss an opportunity to take jabs at them…)

So yeah, I’ve been working my ass off lately. And today, it’s Friday and I’m not work.

Why..?

Well because we worked 16 straight hours yesterday with no lunch break..!

Crazy right..?

Sounds like something I might complain about right..?

Well, surprisingly. I’m not.

Why..?

Because this job is actually a good job with a lot of room for advancement.

Especially for a guy like me.

An ex con who works hard and is willing to learn what he needs to in order to advance.

So, let me give you a little background  about this job, and what this first week on it has been like.

First, I have to say, that it’s always funny being the new guy and trying to figure out what is what and who is who…

Kind of a lot like life in prison.

But since getting hired I’ve realized a few things…

  1. I’m not the only new guy… There are tons of new guys… In fact most everyone I seem to meet is relatively new.
  2. Not a lot of these guys are really willing to go the extra mile to make a name for themselves at this company. But I am, and that extra push I put into this job is already being recognized… AND AFTER ONLY A WEEK AT THAT..!

There is one other thing that I realized as well. But I wanted to seperate this from the list for the fact that it is pretty crazy…

There was this new guy who started maybe a week before me…

He was hired as a supervisor…

When he introduced himself to me…

He did so as “Supervisor..”

A real character this guy WAS.

What I guess he did was told the company that he had 15 YEARS of experience and they in turn said…

“Well, holy shit..! We’re going to hire you as a supervisor then..!”

FYI… I told the company I had “a little experience.”

Turns out this guy didn’t know shit about the job or the concrete casting trade…

Also, he didn’t know how to be a supervisor either. And that little power title went to his head faster than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest…

Sorry. I was looking for a funny redneck metaphor…

It was the best one I could find on the fly.

This supervisor guy was causing all sorts of problems and making life on the job really difficult.

Just as my work ethic was being recognized, so was this guys problematic nature…

He got fired last night.

This week I worked 7 hours on Tuesday.

2 hours on Wednesday. ( In part due to the supervisor fraud and him causing problems with some of the guys. Who in part, called the real boss. And in part sent everyone home…)

Maybe they were testing that supervisors, supervising abilities which turned out to be an EPIC fail…

Funny too, how all we were doing on Tuesday was PICKING UP TRASH..!

BUT, something GOOD did come from Tuesday…

I did learn how to operate a BOBCAT.bobcat-760078.jpg

One thing, among many other things that I like about this company is that they will let you learn anything here…

If you want to learn to operate heavy equipment…

“Hey get in there…”

I do have a little experience with heavy equipment, too.

So I jumped at the opportunity to get some more with this bobcat.

By the way…

Operators of heavy equipment make more money..!

I want more money.

So again, Tuesday 7 hours…

Wednesday 2 hours…

And yesterday 16 hours..!

Yesterday was a bitch, too..!

Not much in a bad way…

Just tons of work and ass busting labor at that…!

FOR 16 HOURS..!

AND every job that we did yesterday, I did one of the hardest parts, if not THE hardest part on ALL OF THEM..!

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OK. So this is where I work.

These long lanes that you’re seeing are where we pour the concrete.

It takes TONS of concrete to fill these lanes and inside them you can see what is actually inside of the concrete forms that make up overpasses, bridges, and pillars…

There is a lot of prep work and steel tying that goes into forming these concrete pieces.

The guys that do that work sometimes work 24 hours straight..!

My job, being part of the “pour crew is simply to pour the concrete.

Which really ISN’T that damn simple.

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This is one of my co workers busy cleaning out one of the lanes in preparation to us pouring…

We have to first clean the lanes and get out all the scrap metal with the help of a magnet…

I know it looks like he is busy at work cleaning out the lane here…

But really, he dropped the magnet into the lane and this is him trying to get it out.

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This is the bucket we use while pouring the concrete…

I know it doesn’t look like it here. But this thing is HUGE…!

It’s like 10 feet tall and a big ass forklift is what brings the concrete in another bucket to be dumped into this one. Which an overhead crane then lifts and transports to where it is needed.

Most pours take like 20 + buckets to complete.

So those are some pics along with a little background about the job…

As I wrap this up, I’ll tell you one more quick little story…

Yesterday we did 6 pours.

A shit ton of work…

On the last pour, it was outside in the rain, and snow, and dark.

It was a slab of concrete similar to this one.

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A hundred yards of concrete…

Which I googled and learned equaled 10 cement mixer trucks..!

Useless fact really.

But while working on this slab we had all this heavy equipment around us for the lights they had…

Well, at one point one of the pieces of heavy equipment was in the way and needed to be moved…

It was a boom lift like this one…

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Well, the boss said ” Joe move that lift..”

I have never operated one of these before and the bosses had never seen me in any equipment…

When I learned the bobcat, I was with the supervisor who got fired.

Also, I pay attention to everything for some reason. And maybe like an hour earlier, the forklift driver was instructed to move that same lift.

He has been working at the company for only like a week himself. And the boss told him, “make sure you turn off the orange button…”

“It’s the parking brake…”

That was all I had to go on…

Still, I took that info and I jumped at the opportunity, never flinching.

I climbed up in the machine hit the brake pedal. Then turned off the orange button. Then noticed the forward and reverse control on the steering column and put the machine in reverse…

The alert went off…

BEEP…

BEEP…

BEEP…

OK. No problem. I got this.

Then very carefully, I moved the machine…

When done. I got out and the boss said ” Joe, I didn’t know you knew how to operate heavy equipment..”

I said, ” I have a little experience with all sorts of machines…”

Which is not a lie. I really do.

And he said ” Well why didn’t you tell me that before..!”

I said ” Well, it never really came up before..”

I think I’m going to do pretty well with this company.

By the way…

I went to work at 6 am yesterday…

I didn’t clock out again until 10:15 pm.

Tomorrow I’ll be back at work.

Oh, and today is payday too.

Awesome.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out with the old, and in with the new.

I’m not going to expose the temp service for the frauds that they are.

I’m not going to expose all the bullshit they do and the people involved.

I’m not…

Or, am I..?

We’ll see I guess.

So, yesterday..!!!!

Wow.!!!

Let me give you the run down.

It all started Monday afternoon on my way back to the temp service to pick up a check I had no idea was going to be so messed up…

Well, during that ride, I was on the phone with a good friend of mine named Lee who I was locked up with.

Lee got out a few months before me, and he has a really good job working in a plant that forms huge concrete structures that are used to build roadways and bridges.

I was talking to Lee about just how bad I needed a job (and a good one at that) ,and I was hoping he could help me find one where he worked at.

He told me to come out there where he worked and to try and fill out an application.

Oh…

And when I say “out there…”

I mean, “out there..”

It’s a decent little hump out to where he works.

So, I said “ok.” And hoped that sometime this week I would be able to get out there.

Yesterday, I don’t go to work because what work is there really for me.

So, with that, I decide to try to find a way out there.

But I have no ride at all.

Then, as a last resort, I place an ad on craigslist “looking for a driver..”

“$10.00 an hr.,” I say in the ad.

I figured whatever I would spend on this trip would be cheaper than an uber at least. So fuck it…

I took a chance and placed the ad…

Within half an hour I had 3 responses.

I rolled the dice, picked a name, and told him to “come on.”

Funny how this guy ends up being a guy I know from probation who I took a “thinking for a change” class with.

Cool cat, though.

And soon, we were on the road.

We get out to the monstrosity of a compound that this concrete plant is about 45 mins later.

I am amazed by the size of the concrete pieces this place makes.

They are the biggest damn structures I have ever seen.

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I go inside and ask the receptionist if I can fill out an application and she says “sure.”

So I do so, and when done she asked me if I had any experience.

My common, yet vague response is always the same…

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I have tons of experience in a lot of different construction fields.”

She told me to hold on a sec.

Then came back with a man who turned out to be the plant manager.

I talked with him briefly and must of made an impression with him because I said ” go on to the back and lets fill out the rest of your paperwork.”

“Holy shit,” I thought…

I am about to get a real job…!

I go to the back and met a woman who gave me a paper to take to an off site medical center.

I go there and take the drug test.

Pass that, of course.

Then come back and take a safety test. Then fill out my tax information. Then take a picture for my id badge and BOOM..!

Today I start my very first day on a job my homeboy Lee said is more of a CAREER..!

This company pays top dollar and has tons of overtime, benefits and room for advancement.

Plus they build shit..!

And people are always building shit…!

There will always be work here.

It’s tough and hard work. But it’s a real fucking job…

And a good one too.

I am blessed to have this opportunity.

Oh and my criminal record which I had to include…

They couldn’t have gave a damn about that.

Today starts the first day of a new chapter in my life of freedom.

And with that, I ain’t looking back.

The temp service was bullshit and I got a major grudge with them folks for a number of reasons. But I’ll give them the benefit of just leaving it be…

I will try to pay it forward as Lee did for me, and if I can help any individuals find work as I have, I will do so.

As for the mural work, that had to be rescheduled for the time being until I can figure out what my work weeks are going to look like.

And it’s ironic too, as I was walking through the plant yesterday, a woman called me about a Paint Nite with Joe event…

Had to reschedule that, too.

Wish me luck.

Today is day one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The perfect job for a felon with no job skills, training, or transportation.

There is always a story when it comes to the daily adventures of Joe.

I don’t mean to speak of myself in third person.

But there really is no other way to put it…

OK.

Well, maybe there is another way to put it.

Hell, maybe there are a hundred other ways to put it.

But that’s what we’re going with here..!

So…

Yesterday I’m given some work through the temp service and it’s not the normal construction laborer…

Or flagging work.

Or banquet serving.

Or laundry gig.

Nope.

This time it’s holding a sign up on the side of the road for a bingo hall.

I was offered this job before, and I turned it down.

I won’t lie.

My pride wouldn’t let me do this at first.

All I could think about is those people who have to get dressed up and dance their little jig while holding up a sign for the tax places…

I really did not want to do this job.

But desperate times call for desperate measures…

And yesterday I found myself in an Uber on my way to this job.

Spent $20.00 just to get there, too.

But got there I did. And the first thing I noticed when I arrived…

Murals.

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There were murals painted on the side of the building…

2 of them.

I walked inside, spoke with the woman. She pointed the sign out to me and I was out to the street to walk around holding up a sign.

The first thought that went through my mind…

This has got to be what it feels like to be homeless and holding a sign up on the side of the road.

It was pretty humiliating, at first.

Then I thought, “I wonder if I’d make more money just holding up a sign that said homeless.”

After awhile, the humiliating feeling started to fade as I started thinking about other things…

Like how I could incorporate some murals at this bingo hall to help advertise…

Then I started looking at places on the building where I could do some murals.

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Then I started thinking about when I went to take my break, how I was going to go in there, find the guy in charge, and pitch him on some work.

Then I started thinking about “mopeds…”

Yep.

Mopeds.

Little 50cc scooters that are street legal and you don’t need a license for…

I need a moped.

And here is why…

  1. I will never see a license unless I find more/better work, where I can make more money to begin paying off my court fines.
  2. I won’t find that more/better work unless I have transportation to and from work.
  3. I could be more mobile and less reliant on individuals.
  4. I could even go out and sell mural work and paint parties to other venues… Getting there when I need to… And getting where I need to go… Self sufficiently.
  5. I could save the “ton” of money that I’m spending in Ubers and rides… In two days, I’ve spent $50.00 in rides… That’s a tenth of what a moped is going to cost me.

 

 

So, yep… I need a moped.

I thought all of this through thoroughly while standing on the side of the road yesterday…

It’s crazy the stuff you think about while standing on the side of the road in a humiliating manner. Almost anything just to keep your mind off of what it is that your doing.

By the way…

I’m going to need some help trying to get this moped too.

So you know…

I was thinking of a crowd funding campaign.

Maybe like if I could get EVERYONE to invest like FIVE DOLLARS into Joe’s Moped Mobility Fund…

Sounds like this thing is coming together already..!

OK.

Just throwing that out there…

So, the day continued. And at 2 PM, I took my break.

And just like I envisioned, I went inside, found who I needed to find…

THE OWNER of the bingo hall..!

I introduced myself as “Joe,” the guy outside holding the sign up. And I said I’m also an artist who specializes in mural painting.

He was very interested in this and there seems to be a good chance that I might actually be able to line up some mural work at this place.

Oh, and not to mention…

PAINT NITE WITH JOE EVENTS..!

I talked to him about those, too. And he seemed very interested in that, as well.

And what a location this venue would be for those…

He can probably seat 500 people here..!

Just I have no idea what he is going to want as far as money goes to rent this place for those events…

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It’s a really nice location.

We’ll see what happens.

I have to put together some ideas and meet with him next week.

There is a good chance this could turn out to be my first mural job in the free world.

All because I decided to swallow my pride and do whatever I must to get by right now…

Well, I say do whatever I must…

But I’m not too sure about all that entirely.

I mean, and this is going to sound wAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAy out of left field…

But I found this guy on craigslist yesterday who wants to buy my dirty underwear.

How’s that for an ending leaving you wanting more..?

Or, maybe way less.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting played by a company that exploits people in desperate situations

Yesterday I went on a job interview where I got completely played…

First, I find a job ad talking about 15.00/hr…

Something about talking to customers…

Handling questions…

I’m thinking its some sort of call center.

I get a call from a chick about the job. She sells me on it even more.

I’m completely blinded by the fact they’re talking about 15/hr and that my record won’t matter.

Then I get another call at noon telling me I’ve got an interview and I need to be there at 12:30..!

So I haul ass, get dressed, call uber, and get over there as fast as I can.

Even during the interview, I still have no idea what all this is about.

But then I start to piece it together…

The empty boiler room of an office…

Talks of going out and setting up client meetings…

Turns out they want me to buy some kitchen knife from them, then go out and try to sell them..!

“Oh shit…”

What the he’ll have I gotten myself into..?

I’m sitting here selling myself like a motherf@&er and this is all bullshit.

Wasted 30 damn dollars in uber rides to go do this..!

But, I learned a few things…

1) I can get ready for ANY interview at the drop of a hat and go in there and nail it..!

Hell they told me to dress nice…

Khakis….

Only pair I have are the PRISON ones I got released in..!

Had to wear those and I still looked as good as the others who got played right along with me..

I also learned…

2) not everything that sounds good really is…

A little cliche, I know. But really true.

I mean, desperation can lead you to move hastily and without better judgment.

So I gotta remember in the future to always analyze the prospect fully before diving headfirst into a potentially shallow grave.

Yesterday I did complete my resume. So I plan to start using that in my job hunting efforts.

Because I really have to find a decent job.

Today, I’m holding a sign up on the side of the road like a liberty tax Statue of Liberty person…

You gotta do what you gotta do until that right thing comes along…

I just hope someone will see my resume and think that I have the right qualifications for the job they are seeking to fill…


Hopefully.

Hey and check out the latest episode of The After Prison Show if you haven’t yet seen it..!

Click here to for The After Prison Show.

Watching a fly die, a video, an interview, and a robbery.

The other day I watched an old house fly die.

It was kind of poetic actually…

This thing was HUGE.

It was buzzin’ around slowly. Not really going anywhere in particular.

Skipper, my cat, was chasing it around, as well.

He might have had a few swings at it.

But then, later, I noticed it in the window…

Slowly walking across the glass.

For every few steps it took, it fell a little further down the window. Until finally, it was at the bottom and on the window sill. Almost completely lifeless.

A few shutter movements.

A twitch.

Then nothing.

It was quite and interesting thing actually.

And somehow and for some reason, I thought to myself that this vanquishing of life from this bug represented something so much more…

Maybe it represented my chances of succeeding out here in the world.

Or my dreams…

Vanquishing.

But then, just as quickly as I thought all of that.

I stopped.

Hell, it was just a fly..!

Figured I’d open with that because it had been something I had wanted to mention since I witnessed it.

Yesterday, I shot the second installment to a series for The After Prison Show about jobs and resources for ex cons returning home after incarceration.

It turned out really well, and if you haven’t yet seen it,  please do so here.

Also, something else and totally off subject…

But a web magazine called Virginia Flair just published an interview they did with me from two months ago.

Something is off with the page layout and there are a few errors in the text about exact words I said…

Like “minimums” instead of “minimal s.”

And fish “packing,” not “tacking” house…

But other than that, I was very blessed, and also honored, for the opportunity to be featured.

Click here to check out the interview.

Also, something ELSE totally off subject from all of that…

I was googling something this morning…

Looking for the perfect image to use to advertise my latest video…

So while googling “options for ex cons,” guess what I found a picture of waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down at the bottom.?

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Me.

I found my own damn picture.

Pretty crazy,right.?

I guess I’m an option for ex cons..!

Or more so The After Prison Show. Because it was clicking the link included that took me right here..!

Just thought I ‘d share all that with you.

So today isn’t looking too promising for work right this second.

Hopefully something will pan out. Regardless, if it doesn’t, I’ll just try to make it happen my own way…

And not the way a guy I know from prison just tried to make it…

Heard last night he robbed another guy I know from prison…

The revolving door keeps revolving if you keep revolving with it, I guess.

Whelp, that’s my time folks..!

Have a great one as I attempt to do the same.

Do not be beaten and keep fighting the good fight.!

Take care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A video that explains a little more.

Well today I had some work and I was thankful for that….

Turned out to only be half a day though. But that’s ok too…

Left me plenty of time to shoot part two of an episode for The After Prison Show about jobs and resources for ex cons…

Check it out here.

Let me know what you think.! Comment and subscribe..!

Valentines Day or an Ex Prisoner.

Today is Valentines Day. And this is the first Valentines Day I get to spend out in the free world…

I’m going to try and make today a nice special day for me and my girlfriend. Because truth be told, every holiday I’ve been out here for thus far has been a disaster.

Seriously, every one of them.

Halloween-disaster.

My birthday-not so much.

Thanksgiving-big disaster.

Christmas-big disaster.

New years-huge disaster.

Yep I don’t think there has been a holiday yet that hasn’t turned out to be a disaster …

So, there’s hope for today that that won’t happen.

Sorry also for snapping a little lately. And thank God I didn’t post YESTERDAY…

OhmyGod that would have been…

Well…

A disaster.

Yep, times are tough as fuck right now for ol Joe out here in the free world…

Bills are piling up.

Work has not been the best (as in actually having work that is….)

And old demons are playing on my conscious quite a bit.

But despite all that, I’m still focused on keeping on…

Gotta maintain the good fight and keep an optimistic outlook.

I’m constantly looking for BETTER MORE STABLE work.

And I’m looking to further my art ventures as much as I can, too.

Something will come from all this dedication as long as I just stay after it.

And stay after it, I do.

Today, I just want today to be a good day. A day where I can make my girlfriend happy and I can get done what I am supposed too.

You know, all this that I’m going through right now is EXACTLY why guys end up going back to prison…

It’s fucking de ja vu.

I mean, this was how it all started for me the last time before I spiraled out of control and ended up getting arrested and sent back to prison for 7 years.

I can’t let that happen this time.

And I won’t.

I remember the last time, back in 2008…

I had just gotten laid off from my job because of the “recession.”

I asked my girlfriend at the time, I said, “what is something that would make you NOT want to be with me..?”

“If you didn’t have a job and if we had no money.” She said.

Voila.

Drug sales entered the picture.

Definitely not going down that road again.

Moving on to more positive things…

It’s Valentines Day folks..! And I hope yours is a special one spent with someone just as special..!

I’m thankful that I’m not in prison for this one and that I’m able to spend it out here with the woman I love. No matter the circumstances. Fuck it for today.

Today is about love.

Tomorrow the stress can return.

Happy Valentines Day everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friends on the inside are not friends on the outside…

SO, I was going to write a post called “5 things I learned in the 4 months since being freed from prison…”

But then I thought better of it. And now, instead, I have 5 AWESOME titles for 5 individual blog posts..!

How ingenious is that..?!

And what a title to start with…

Friends on the INSIDE are NOT friends on the OUTSIDE.

Now this doesn’t apply to every single person I met while incarcerated. But it does apply to the majority of the individuals I met while “in the clink.”

What’s saddest is that it’s the ones that you really think are genuine friends.

Good hearted, decent people.

Quick note.

Like .99999999999999% of shit heads in the can are good hearted decent people.

Hey, I like to think I’m part of that .999999999999 percentile. But, then again. I’m sure some would argue that fact.

Some Who may have considered ME a friend on the inside and for whatever reason don’t now on the outside.

I can you from my own observations what I think a big part of all this has to do with…

And that is jealously and envy and greed.

Guys you may have known while incarcerated. Especially, like minded individuals…

Artists ESPECIALLY… Will learn to HATE you on the outside for pursuing the things you may have spent countless days or even YEARS talking about while on the inside. And then actually seeing those things through.

I won’t put names to any of this. Because like I said in a previous post, I try not to EXPOSE too much truth here…

But what I will say is out of 3 artist friends I had while in prison, two are no longer really friends…

One is a SUPER HATER of my efforts to make it.

And one..

Well, he did some dirt ball shit.

He fucked this chick I was living with who was my home plan after my release and thinks I didn’t know that he did that.

The bigger point to all that was that I didn’t care that he did that.

But after he did, he stopped talking to me and deleted me from his friends on Facebook.

Kind of funny, honestly.

But the 3rd artist friend from the inside…

Well, he still is a FRIEND..!

So, HOORAY for that..!

And a special shout out to ol’ ANDERSEN here..!

This 3 artist example is just that….

This applies and reaches far beyond these guys and far beyond me, as well.

And hell, for all I know, maybe those two artist friends were never really friends in the first place…

Maybe they never really liked me, and only hung around because I always had some ingenious ideas for the free world.

Maybe they were “idea leeches..”

There are too many variables to try and “exact-la-fy” it.

My blog…

I can make words up if I want to.

Another variable worth mentioning is this…

Not everyone has the same mindset about life after prison…

Some guys may act like they REALLY WANT to CHANGE.

But in all actuality, they don’t want too.

That’s the magnificent thing about an addict…

They’re masterful level of deception.

Hell, I was an addict, too.

Whose to say I’M NOT THE BIGGEST MASTER OF DECEPTION OF THEM ALL..?

Makes you wonder doesn’t it..?

Let me get back on track here while you sit and question everything I’ve ever written and recorded.

So..!

Like I said, not everyone is going to really be too concerned for changing their lives for the utmost better in the free word, and stopping at nothing until they do.

But that’s my mentality.

Others might not be “feeling” that in the free world.

Others might be more concerned for other things.

Maybe drugs.

Who knows.

The point to all this was to blast one individual without naming him. And to address a key fact that I learned in the 4 months since being freed from prison…

People on the inside may very well NOT be who you thought they were on the outside…

Hell, I’ve even said before that no one is really a friend in prison…

There are no real friends behind those walls.

Everyone has an ulterior motive.

Always.

Whether it’s as innocent as just to have someone to help pass the time with. Or as sinister as digging for information and trying to get all that you can from an individual…

There is always an ulterior motive.

Always.

And that is why MOST ALL friends on the inside ARE NOT friends on the outside.

Minus .99999999999%