GIST OF
Ain't but two things I know for certain! If I awaken tomorrow I'll eventually pass wind and this here lore I'm fitting to share with you...
Tessie, Georgia wasn't no bigger then a flea on a coon dog's ass an there ain't but two events events that could ever be forgotten by the folk here! Sure I know many beyond Tessies' 1463 inhabitants would state Tessie Georgias' claim to fame didn't even occur in Tessie. Well they all could shut their cocksuckers because I ain't referring to him!
You see some time ago there was this colored fella over there in Thelma or someplace sounding like it. I'm not big on history but I know this fella marched with other folk for rights of the rights of the coloreds. Tessie may be within a shout but that ain't of 'mportance to us folk.
That day in 1972 when old sheriff Clint Colton was dispatched out to Mabel Timmon's clapboard home on Route 17. Sheriff Colton loved to talk about that hot sticky and humid afternoon when if the thermometer was north of a century. You had to give Sheriff Colton time to tell it for not only did the fat have a tight grip on his heart it must've been squishing his lungs for his fat jiggly ass needed to catch a bit of oxygen between sentences.
Between intakes of air us town folk learnt there wouldn't be any of Mabel Timmon's Apple butter being had at the town's fair. You see Mabel's body was found on of living room floor and the only oxygen being had was from those maggots feasting on those big ol' titties Mabel had. I'm sure there were maggots dining on other parts but it always sount betta that her big 0l' titties were remembered.
Sheriff Colton also liked to say " ain't never seen such a hairy Bush! Bet your bottom dollar on." We all remember those particulars and that Mabel's neck was snapped like a wooden matchstick. There was some blood specks with there was some conflicting reports to whose blood it was?
Probably woulda been betta if Sheriff Colton couldn't intake oxygen at the time he let out that Deputy Miles got a nosebleed that dripped all over the place( even a few drops on that hairy Bush). Wasn't none of those three lettered blood tests back in those days otherwise they may have helped William Munder! None in these parts recognize that big Negro's real name for we all called him Shoe Top Willie.
Now that I introduced you to a bit about Tessie-. Let it be known ain't many folk like to be heard talking about Shoe Top Willie where others could hear. Shoe top Willie was bigger then many a myth, or that monster out in the dark of night. Most mommas warned their younguns about Shoe Top Willie coming to get them if they kept up the mischief's. Wasn't no boogie man except Shoe Top Willie! Shoe top Willie was legend in these parts and that big nigga grew bigger every year it would seem.
Remember that Tessie wasn't bigger then that flea on a coon dog's ass but for generations work was to be had up on 'The Hill'. That's what we all called Tessie state prison where many more monsters and boogie men spend their final days.
Wasn't much of a hill but it was enough for it to sit atop the valley where Tessie sat. The hill employed most of the town's men over the age of 21 and it was via these men that Shoe top Willie the subject of many a conversation.
The local congregating place for most of the week- 'xcept Sunday services- was George's tavern. It was usually here that whispers about Shoe Top Willie surfaced. No one could tell ya why 30 years after Shoe Top had been on The Hill that we continue to whisper, but Shoe Top was a big scary nigga.
Wasn't much talk about those conflicting reports( Deputy Myle's nosebleed ) yet if you let Sheriff Colton tell it? "It was just ol'fashioned police work that put Shoe Top Willie where he belongs". Not many gave a rat's ass that it may had been paint upon William Munder's shoe tops ( how he got his name ) but ol' Sheriff Colton wouldn't hear none of that horseshit and the first and last time it was brought up? "Now Buford, I don't know where you got that forensics knowledge, but you best close your damn bunghole about that paint!"
You should know there were also some whispered threats for it wasn't long ago that Buford Melton, all 47 years of 'em had his hand down the back of 12-year-old Jeannie Martin's cotton undies. So we never did hear anymore about that paint!
Of the 1463 inhabitants, about 300 or so were the coloreds who lived in a rundown section at the edge of town. Wasn't much of an uproar, but we heard some mumbling about,' those crackers raping our women just as they did in the slaving days'! Now they've gone and took Willie from us.
Those differences didn't last very long and the strained relations went on. None of it helped Shoe Top Willie much for 2002( 30 years past ) he still sat up on the hill. To the coloreds, there Willie was in injustice and to us, Shoe Top wouldn't be stopping anymore white woman's Apple butter being had at the state fair.
It was there in George's tavern that another bit of gossip was voiced by a disgruntled correction officer swallowing misery sitting on a bars tool after a shift on The Hill." Ol' Shoe Top got 'em self in 'notha jam that will more than likely have his ass frying in the chair," slurred Jethro Hobbs.
There never was much noise in George's, but it was so quiet you can hear a deer tick pass wind. Each and every patron had their ears pointed like one of those dishes on the roof for boob tube 'ception.
THE HILL
1700 hardened criminals are housed on the hill and 58% will never see the light of day except if they stare up past 35 foot wall that surrounded the prison.
Each had a different view of life on the inside. The officers," it's a jungle in there!" The few who had come out from occupying a cell state," it is a world of savages like no other!" I just have to tell you what another said," some men wanted to have sex with me".
Shoe top Willie wasn't only a legend amongst the townsfolk, within The Hill Shoe Top had his hand in just about every illegal activity. he also had another body part in things as well, but we won't jump ahead. You'd not find many that claimed he had an ounce of education, but Shoe Top certainly had Street sense.
Long before that fella, John coffee, walked the Green mile, Shoe Top occupied a cell in the worst block on The Hill ( B- block ). It was a block that had 500 of the worst lifers never to see society, the other 50 did stand the chance of release. Wasn't a day that ended without bloodshed or some other act of savagery. Men on The Hill measured toughness via scars inflicted or received.
Shoe top was a mountain of a man standing just north of 6'6" weighing 280 pounds with a 10% fat index. Most feared the sight of him, but for those blind to his size and stupid enough to run up against Shoe Top? Usually wouldn't be a pretty sight for shoe top always walked away while leaving a bloodied mess behind.
Most of the prison guards turned a blind eye to corruption behind the wall. As a matter of fact, the convicts were all told upon arrival," you niggas wanna kill each other's fine and dandy, but you touch one of us, will send you straight to hell!"
Many was sent today to hell, but Shoe Top certainly wasn't one of them for he introduced his own hell within B-Block. Wherever shoe top was seen whether in the cell block or on the yard, his two prison bitches, Salt( lighter of the two) and Pepper weren't far behind. No one 'cept Shoe Top knew if his his two bitches were bitches voluntarily or by force.
Wasn't a damn thing feminine about Salt or Pepper and they were dumber than a box of rocks. They were dense,but not stupid enough to ignore Shoe Top's beckoning. A few times Shoe Top had to put a heavy hand upside their heads, rattling whatever was within. One had to assume the boy's asshole's were as tight as a frog's ass for it certainly wasn't looks that attracted Shoe Top.
While many of the illegal activities took seed, many of the guards ' saw no evil' when certain wealths lined their pockets.
It is the way of the convicts to study the staff seeking out those that were corrupt to accept such riches. Riches rang from, some benjamins to eliminating another convict that is a thorn in the guard's sides.
One such officer, Jack "Snickers" White was a lifer as well, but he went home every day. Many officers were lifers, but "Snickers" put in 42 years and it was common knowledge that he knew no other life. Snickers came by his name via a sweet tooth the candy bar. A few Snicker went a long way with Jack "Snickers"white!
Many officers had corrupt relations with the convicts. Nothing for you dirty mind to wonder about, but when you're around one another for 2,3 or 4 decades, some form of relations develop. It was known who stood for what and how far of the law one would stray.
Those same convicts that were once judged by a jury, now pass judgment on their peers behind the wall. Before strength, toughness, or scars one is judged by the crime that landed them on The Hill. Most of those which sex crimes are considered the ' shit in a cesspool 'and these fellas travel a much different path than the other savages.
A sex offender must find his niche amongst the other convicts to ' lessen ' ( it'll never be eliminated in full ) the forms of abuses that will rain upon him. An asshole stuffed by a train of hard cocks isn't foreign to a sex offender and many will seek out the biggest swordsman to service for protection.
Morton " fat cat " Purvis was an obese despicable pedophile who violated 22 children before being apprehended. Fat cat has spent the past 26 years in B- block right alongside Shoe Top. There was no like between the two, but a mutual understanding was found. That understanding was that "peace " would be shown by Shoe Top and fat cat would do all that he could for Shoe Top.
If it could be said there were smart convicts? Fat Cat Fit the bill. Before his violations of those 22 children, he was as happy as those flies on Mabel Timmon's hairy bush. You see, his grade school teaching position enabled him to diddle in the undies of those little Boys and Girls.
Convicts with a bit of sense usually retained " choice " jobs within the prison. Fat Cat was the B- block clerk giving him free run of the entire cell block. He was the first to see new fish coming in and he also had access to their commitment papers. This is where Fat Cat's services kept Shoe Top up off his fat ass. Fat Cat would let Shoe Top know when a tasty looking boy arrived and the information on that commitment.
It was only the past week Fat Cat let Shoe Top know about the pretty little frail blond haired boy up in cell 4302 -B that newly arrived. Shoe Top ain't said much usually, but at this particular time," How pretty?" Shoe Top asked.
Fat Cat's face gleamed with excitement like children on Christmas morning. In the whispered frenzy of merriment Fat Cat said," Mighty delicious if you wanna know, Shoe."
Shoe Top felt like raining blows upon him for the sickening drooling etched on Fat Cat's face, but he curbed his anger for he knew there'd be further use of him.
The possibility that Shoe Top thought that blondie's balloon knot (tell me an asshole doesn't look like a balloon?) Would be any different than Salt or Pepper's stood. I couldn't see any other reason for Shoe Top making his way up to cell 4302-B.
Before we get ahead of ourselves, let it be known that " hands had to wash one another" and Jack "Snickers" White would be seeking his wealth. Wouldn't be enough to bring one candy bar, so it can be said that Blondie's sex only cost three snicker bars( at least that was the cost thus far). Transactions were completed and you'd think Jack "Snickers" White was about to do cartwheels as well.
Snickers waited till Shoe Top waved his hand before releasing the lock on cell 4302-B before heading to the John. Snicker's excitement wasn't just for those three candy bars for he also had the latest issue of "Tasty Little Harlots" . Hell, Mrs. White's dusty ol' cunny was as dry as a desert and Snickers didn't mind the sensations of his own hand.
Elements of surprise occur and knowing this, Shoe Top had his two dumb bitches play chickie outside of cell 4302 - B. Didn't take much for as soon as that cell door opened, Shoe Top stepped in and cuffed that Blond haired boy upside the head. You could see the boy was rattled and dazed from Shoe Top's assault. The blow to the right side of his head dislodged the hearing aid in his left ear, as it flew out bouncing off the wall and to the floor.
The boys muffled cries were dampened from his face being pushed into the mattress as soon as Shoe Top brutally violated the boys poop chute. One would guess it was good for Shoe Top for he didn't last very long. Business was done and as Shoe Top buttoned up his trousers, he turned to leave.
Adding insult to injury ( wasn't only semen leaking out that boy's stinker for I ain't ever seen none that was red) Shoe Top stepped on Blondie's hearing aid on the way out. He wouldn't be able to hear or even sit now.
As Shoe Top walked away from cell 4302-B his two dummies followed asking the in unison," was he good Willie?" A low grunt was the only answer given.
Incidents like this were an everyday occurrence on The Hill and as the new arrivals were told,..." they didn't give a rats ass what you did to one another!" Days went on for time doesn't stop for nuttin'.. More pretty little asses were violated, more took their last breaths, corruption ran rampant, and snicker bars were exchanged. Ain't Much that stops the movement and monotony of prison and life did go on, Richard Falcone would attest to that much no matter how much his asshole hurt.
Richard Falcone was not a talkative man and quite frankly, he never, in his lifetime, was. One may speculate that there blond haired boy in cell 4302-B was damaged behind the incident, but he was a loner in society as well. Richard Falcone spoke when he needed to and there wasn't nothing else but him to speak about.
Falcone didn't look to spend his eight years in his cell and he knew he'd all get past that incident with Shoe Top. Falcone did a lot of sitting back and studying just as we all do. It was wise to know the main players and who to meet to get what was needed. Prison was one big flea market with wares of all sorts being sold. From cigarettes, fermented hooch, weapons, books or whatever else one may need to adjust and make their lives easier as time is served.
Falcone was a plumber by trade before entering prison and that experience landed him an elite position. With close to 2000 toilets for inmates and officers alike, Mr. Falcone could always be seen with a plunger, monkey wrench, and snake( to go down in the pipes). Falcone had more movement within the prison than any other convict. Some days he'd be in the cell blocks, administration building, the warden's living quarters( on prison grounds) and the courthouse which is adjacent to the prison wall. Toilets and sinks needed attention daily.
It wasn't very often, but a few times Falcone was even seen conversating with Salt and Pepper. It was rare for he'd only do so when Shoe Top was concentrating on something else.
A lot of men who are sexually abused in prison continue these activities voluntarily. 'Birds of a feather flock together', but that ain't to say Falcone was continuing to have sexual activities. Those that are able to move around the prison are valuable source to those that conduct illegal activities such as drugs. You only expect so much from guards, so Falcone was relied upon to bring drugs from one area to another. Usually such a source is able to sample a product as payment for his muling.
Falcone was not a drug user, but every now and then he'd accept some to barter with. For the past three days movement of the drugs was halted due to Falcone coming down with some sort of virus. You see, when a toilet or sink were more than clogged and one needed to get to the pipe you had to enter a narrow tunnel behind the cells. This tunnel was called the pipe chase and it was a damp, dusty, and wet area that was a common place to find rodents such as rats( not the two legged kind).The prison tried to get rid of them with traps and poisons, but for everyone that died 20 were born.
It appeared that Falcone breathed in or somehow ingested some of that poison when he was at work. Wasn't enough for more than a virus, so he would back to moving drugs on the fourth day of his sickness.
Upon entering each cell block it was an officer's duty to check the convict for contraband and just as he entered B-Block? " How you doing this morning Mr. White?" Falcone asked Snickers while at the same time pulling the latest issue of " Tasty Teens" from inside his shirt.
"Whats that you got there Falcone?" Snickers asked as he reached for the magazine. Once it was in his hands and he opened it to see young flesh, he looked up and stated,"You wanted something else Falcone?"
Falcone was no dummy and he learned the habits of the guards in as well as the convicts. So you see, no contraband search that they.
As Falcone was walking onto a tier of cells Fat Cat was exiting and he stopped," morning Mr. Falcone", Fat Cat said with a smile. Falcone knew all about Fat Cat and his slimy ways, but he also knew the uses of the piece of dirt!
" Good morning to you as well. Listen here Cat, you heading on down to three-tier?" Falcone asked.
" Something I do for you?" Fat Cat Said while knowing one favor asked would get one returned. It is the way of the world inside or out.
"Just wanted to have you drop something off to Salt and Pepper if you could?" Falcone knew that he would for he knew pedophiles would please in any way that they could. It was another way for them to have the smooth way instead of being abused.
"Sure could Mr. Falcone. Also, while you're making your way about the prison, I'd sure 'ppreciate some old newspapers laying around," Falcone already knew Fat Cat liked doing the daily crosswords.
" No problem buddy. Here you go, each name is on the kite. Let them know Gary sent it," Falcone stated. A kite is a prison definition of a letter for a lot use to say ' I'll fly a kite to you' and if guards heard, he'd have no idea what they meant. Just another step ahead of the officers and when they begin to learn the jargon, it was time for a change of language. Salt and Pepper new Falcone is Gary.
Now you see, life on The Hill wasn't all violence for life was lived while doing time. People adjust and you must find the best way to forget about that time.
The novelty of Richard Falcone grew old as others found other novelties as new fish arrived. You put a new coat of paint on the wall and for a minute it is noticed, but then it gets old. Same as a new face on The Hill.
Many convicts on The Hill were alone in the world, inside and out. Some were fortunate to receive packages from loved ones beyond the wall.You know Snickers head to get his sweet tooth sweetened some way. It was also another way to barter with your fellow peers.
Fat Cat almost pissed himself with excitement when Falcone handed him a jumbo Dell magazine of crosswords. It would appear that fat cat wasn't use to receiving gifts from others as Falcone stated," you do for me and I do for you, Cat. ."
You'd be amazed how time seems to fly even in such a confined space. Doesn't matter that some days is stagnant and your left to wallow in the mire of depression. Tomorrow will come and before you know it, the months turn into years and for "all", you get closer to death and for some your time on the hill grows closer to an end.
No ending here yet, but we are growing close to endings for some and beginnings for others. I'd say it is a shame that all of you could see what is coming, but Shoe Top Willie hasn't a clue! Ol' shoe never did seem to get a fair shake in life and more than likely he didn't see them big ol' titties that Mabel Timmons was blessed with. Life seems to be like that for many, many see worse. Some bouts of shitty luck last, but a minute; while others are a continuation.
Ain't none of us know what would've been if Buford Melton didn't diddle in Jeannie Martin's undies? Would he has said it was paint and there'd be no Shoe Top in front of Willie's name?
Well, some things happen for a reason and if it all ain't happen exactly as it has? Well, you all wouldn't have learned of Shoe Top Willie and the rest of the story.
Lights are out on The Hill and things are quiet for the night as the convicts close their eyes. It is said this is one way to escape prison for short time, sleep.
GEORGE'S TAVERN
I wish I could tell you there wasn't a dry eye in George's After Jethro Hobbs made mention of Shoe Top Willie's demise! I believe the only one who may have shed a tear is that slow fella that made sandwiches for the patrons. Hell, ain't seen many that could cut up an onion without a tear.
Jethro Hobbs was taken his sweet ol' time before he went on. Maybe he felt important for once and had someone to listen to 'em. Tommy the bartender even refilled his Beer( on the house) to get him going. Jethro knew he'd have us hanging onto each word with his mention of Shoe Top.
" God damned fool snapped an' kilt his two bitches! Don't know much d'tails yet- the two were callt Salt and Pepper," paused Jethro.
A bunch of voiced questions came at once for most of us didn't know Shoe Top had wimin on The Hill.
" Not wimin ya fools! Shoe Top's little pansies doing the Lord's sin with one 'nutter," said Jethro as he shook his head as if were all stupid or something.
You remember that fat ugly woman used to be on TV? I believe the name would be Rosie O'Dowd or O'Donnell? Now you can picture the next next voice to speak." When I was no more than a breeding woman, Daddy's brother committed such a sin," said Shirlene Dobson.
"That right? Shoe Top ain't did it same as that wimin with them big ol' titties," before Hobbs could finish a few voiced Mabel Timmons' name.
Many would argue hair color, forget her name even, but none of us forgot those big ol' titties. It looked like we'd know d'tails soon enough and Tessie, Georgia would be jumping once again. We knew most of us wouldn't fit into that ol' barn that was now the courthouse. It didn't much matter for we'd get the gist of it here in George's.
I know I said I'd not talk anymore about it, but Tessie ain't jumped much that I know about. Before we ever heard about Shoe Top, it was that colored fella who marched for the rights of colored Boys and Girls. Damned if I was able to remember that fella's name! I leant' over to Earl Vatt to ask if he remembered?
Earl Vatt been on this earth 97 years and half of those years he could be found here in George's every happy hour. You had to shout for Earl to hear for it was going as he grew old. Today was a little louder than usual with news of Shoe Top Willie
"You is a dimwit, ain't ya' boy? That fella ya' talkin' 'bout marchin' is the same fella who freed OJ out west somewhere," said Earl as he went back to his piss warm beer.
DIES IRAE
I don't believe anyone in Tessie, Georgia realized how big an event Shoe Top's trial was to be! There was folks showing up that made a name in other parts of the states that I was just learning 'bout myself. It seemt' like those big names always had some alphabetical letters after their names. One of them was some lawyers that was a civil something or other. I think L. S.U. or U C. L. A. Or close to that for I recall an L and the U. They felt Shoe Top Willie needed their representation.
I didn't care for that Yankee fella' that called 'emself a Reverend.He always seemt' to show up in places where a colored was wronged.Maybe he should try showing up for a redneck to show me he's a real man of faith.Ya' hear me Reverend Al?
Tessie Supreme Criminal Court sat adjacent to the prison wall, so it ain't got much sunshine which made it seem dismal. Had a few of those boys from The Hill out and about tidying the place up while the guard with a shotgun hoped one would act rabbit. Wouldn't matter how many coats of paint was put on it, I'd always remember it for " Dale's Barn- Hay and Feed." Only had one judge for as long as I remember and I believe it was Judge Stuart Brown that sent Shoe Top to The Hill the first time.
Judge Brown was certainly taken in the moment for he was out on the town in this Sunday's best. He seemt' to believe all the businesses were to give him free stuff and he was letting his britches get a little too big if you ask me. Judge Brown was on all channels during the evening news and that fella' Jimmy Kimmel got to calling him a hay seed! I don't think Stewie like that much and put out a warrant on 'em if he ever stepped foot in Tessie.
I always had a thing for that woman who used to be on one of those mornin' news shows. Ann Curry was her name and I wonder if she realized the amount of goo I squirted watching her?Hell,I ruint' a scarf momma was knittin' and I remember I told her it was mayo from a sandwich. I don't know if momma believed me for she didn't say anything after tasting it. Mommas are weird like that. Well, Ms. Curry came into George's earlier ' to get a pulse on Tessie ' is what she said. I was speechless and only wish I had said something. I couldn't stand up for I had half a Woody and it just wouldn't have been right. That was the scene
No, not my Woody! I'm talking about the happenin's in Tessie. Shoe Top Willie didn't want a trial by jury, so he would have judge Brown decide his fate.
Those first couple of days we learnt' ol' Shoe poisoned Salt and Pepper with some heroin. No one knew where shoe Top Willie came across heroin, but a few more bags of the heroin laced with the poison was found in Shoe Top's cell.
Sure, Shoe Top tried hiding it, but it was found wedged between his toilet and wall. Only the officers or the plumber could had did it and none of them were coming forward to accuse 'emself.
Wasn't much of a defense except when Shoe Top broke down expressing how much he loved them two boys. That there opened up a big can of worms for everyone 'bout fell about that court room laughing.
The media played Shoe Top's statement on all the news channels, "William Munder claims he couldn't had taken the life of Salt and Pepper because he loved them!" All the late-night shows ran off with that in their openings as well. David Letterman said," I loved Salt and Pepper as well, but if you spoke about hot and butter? I might be guilty as well!"
So it when! We even had some sort of civil rights issues as well- with the freedom to love who you want. Shoe Top wasn't going to fry in the chair for Judge Brown said he doesn't believe in capital punishment. It took the fun out of the sentencing for there wasn't an element of surprise- that is, until sentencing day.
SENTENCE DAY
It would seem Shoe Top Willie had the deck stacked against him throughout life? That may be so, but he ain't the only one in life this could be said about. Depending on what you believe, what it is that dictates how our lives will turn out? Some say," God has a plan for all of us." Do we have any say in this plan?
Shoe Top had many who advocated for him, but maybe those many could never be enough, maybe it's that simple!" What goes around comes around." Ain't no plan at all.
Many serving time have a totally different set of thoughts than one who is free. We all need answers to all that happens. You hear many who just chalk it up to, I'm being punished now for all the wrong I didn't get caught for! Is that just an easy answer because you have no clue whatsoever as to why you been shit on throughout life?
In all reality there ain't many that give two shits about Shoe Top Willie or the millions of others behind bars! If people want to care about someone and wonder why things happen, wonder about that innocent little child who was snuffed out? Can't keep wondering why ugly happens to people for we'd go on all day with it
Judge Brown ain't allowing it to go on all day for he certainly was rewarded via Shoe Top Willie. It would seem the popularity he gained with all the media attention secured him a coffee date with a fine young lady.
It was my duty to make sure all the water pitchers were filled for all attorneys and Shoe Top 'emself.
As Judge Brown was sentencing Shoe Top Willie to a life sentence to be spent in solitary confinement, without any human contact whatsoever...
Shoe Top Willie realized two things as he lifted his cup to drink some water? One was that he was thankful for " gag reflex " for it stopped him from swallowing that mangled hearing aid that was in his water. The second thing he realized as he stared into my eyes, "won't be violating another soul in his lifetime."
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