Post by Draco Kilgore on May 16, 2012 22:38:28 GMT -6
Ok, let’s run the facts down in order shall we.
One: I’m a thirty-four year old father of one who has a history of violence and a massive case of succumbing to the sauce. Two: I came close to beating the shit out of my older brother for attempting to start a relationship with my baby’s mother Michelle. And Three: I eventually let my temper get the best of me and beat the hell out of some guy at a bar. Then I had to serve a good two and a half year prison sentence.
But that’s all in the past and I’m finally about to be out of prison.
I step onto the outside for the first time in two years today. I don’t know when I’ll be told that it’s time for me to go. I guess when someone comes to get my happy ass is when I’ll be let go from this hellhole. But then again, who would come for me? After what I’ve done to alienate myself from my family, I deserved to sit here.
I’ve done a lot of thinking over these past two and a half years. I’ve thought back to that night when it all came crashing down on top of me. I was at, what I feel, was my lowest point. My “rock bottom” if you could call it that. I was on a drug binge due to my prescription addiction and not to mention my temper was flaring that night due to an argument with my ex-wife. And I let my temper get the best of me.
What can I say? Talk shit, get hit. Period.
So that leads me to being here. Sitting in an eight foot by ten foot concrete and steel cell. I sat in here for two and a half years for twenty three hours a day. I had a hour outside for recreational time but that didn’t help any when you were still confined to a cell. God damn security housing units. It’s like they didn’t trust you or something.
See that was a joke…
Tough room.
But I did what I had to do to stay in shape. Push ups and pull ups are about the only things you can do when you’re confined like that. And I can safely say that I’m in more shape now than I was when I walked into this bitch. Now I can’t help but think about who will show up at the gates to come get me. But I can’t hold my breath especially when it came to my family.
All I can do is do some push ups to pass the time. I start and before long I reach one hundred then two hundred. Then I hit three hundred before a loud rapping comes on the door of the cell which causes me to stop and stand up.
“Kilgore!” The guard calls out. “It’s time for you to get the hell out of here.” He smiles as he opens the little door on the front of the cell door. Which meant I had to be handcuffed before I was let out of there. I knew the process, it’s how they operated because they didn’t want anyone to get hurt. But it was well worth the discomfort knowing that it was going to be my last.
So I backed up with my arms behind me to the little slot in the door. I feel the cold steel of the cuffs as they are placed onto my wrists. Then I step forward as the guard yells, “OPEN CELL EIGHT.” I get turned around and start being led towards processing. I hear yells from the inmates as I pass by their cells. Then after what seemed like an eternity we reached the processing area. I strip off my jumpsuit and finally put on the clothes I had when I arrived here. They’re a tad bit snug seeing as I’ve gotten bulkier since I last wore them. I don’t really care I’m just glad to be wearing regular clothes again. I finally walk out of a room without cuffs on my wrist for the first time in a long time. I walk out the doors of the prison and get hit by the evening breeze of Leavenworth. Then in the distance I see a vehicle.
I have my bag in one hand and my free hand is swinging beside me. Then a man steps out of the vehicle as I get closer to it and I see that it’s my old manager Steven . I forgot that he and Cindy moved out this way. I didn’t think he knew about my jail sentence. But that’s what I get for thinking I guess. He steps towards me with his arms open wide and when I arrive he shakes my hand along with a subtle embrace.
“Derek, It's good to see you.” He says as he continues attempting to squeeze the shit out of my hand. I crack a huge smile as I watch him struggle. “I’m happy to see you too, but you’re breaking my hand .” I reply back as he finally lets loose of his grip. I walk over towards his car and get him to pop the trunk which he does fairly quickly. I slam the trunk shut then slide into the passenger’s side of his car.
“I forgot that you and Cindy moved out here.” I said as he starts to speed off into the sunset. I look out and see that we are heading towards Oklahoma. “We didn’t brother. We moved to Oklahoma City. But I’m sending you to Des Moines, where I got you a contract with a wrestling company that has a show out there.” He says to me as I start to realize that he was the one who got in contact with the guy that called me. Now I realize that he’s trying to kick start my career.
Well, if I don’t take this I’m a fool.
This is my second chance.
If you think that just because I’m six foot ten and three hundred pounds that I’m slow and can’t move to save my life then you are all sadly mistaken.
I have the ability to move just like any two hundred pound guy out there. I’m a lot quicker than most folks give me credit for. Yet, I choose to have people try and attack me with their feeble attempt on power moves. Then when they fail, I beat the living shit out of them. Simply put, that’s just what I do, I beat people’s asses and I enjoy doing it.
Vincent Cross
Have you even taken the time to look at anything I’ve done? Of course not, I’m just like everyone else who is extremely tall and is a new person to a company. To you, I’m the new guy and I’m going to bow down to the supposed social structure of how this place works. But I’m climbing my way up the pyramid very quickly and when I get to the top where you stand I will be more than happy to knock your ass down.
Are you ready to have your ass handed to you?
Because I’m ready to dish out some pain and you will be my first victim.
One: I’m a thirty-four year old father of one who has a history of violence and a massive case of succumbing to the sauce. Two: I came close to beating the shit out of my older brother for attempting to start a relationship with my baby’s mother Michelle. And Three: I eventually let my temper get the best of me and beat the hell out of some guy at a bar. Then I had to serve a good two and a half year prison sentence.
But that’s all in the past and I’m finally about to be out of prison.
I step onto the outside for the first time in two years today. I don’t know when I’ll be told that it’s time for me to go. I guess when someone comes to get my happy ass is when I’ll be let go from this hellhole. But then again, who would come for me? After what I’ve done to alienate myself from my family, I deserved to sit here.
I’ve done a lot of thinking over these past two and a half years. I’ve thought back to that night when it all came crashing down on top of me. I was at, what I feel, was my lowest point. My “rock bottom” if you could call it that. I was on a drug binge due to my prescription addiction and not to mention my temper was flaring that night due to an argument with my ex-wife. And I let my temper get the best of me.
What can I say? Talk shit, get hit. Period.
So that leads me to being here. Sitting in an eight foot by ten foot concrete and steel cell. I sat in here for two and a half years for twenty three hours a day. I had a hour outside for recreational time but that didn’t help any when you were still confined to a cell. God damn security housing units. It’s like they didn’t trust you or something.
See that was a joke…
Tough room.
But I did what I had to do to stay in shape. Push ups and pull ups are about the only things you can do when you’re confined like that. And I can safely say that I’m in more shape now than I was when I walked into this bitch. Now I can’t help but think about who will show up at the gates to come get me. But I can’t hold my breath especially when it came to my family.
All I can do is do some push ups to pass the time. I start and before long I reach one hundred then two hundred. Then I hit three hundred before a loud rapping comes on the door of the cell which causes me to stop and stand up.
“Kilgore!” The guard calls out. “It’s time for you to get the hell out of here.” He smiles as he opens the little door on the front of the cell door. Which meant I had to be handcuffed before I was let out of there. I knew the process, it’s how they operated because they didn’t want anyone to get hurt. But it was well worth the discomfort knowing that it was going to be my last.
So I backed up with my arms behind me to the little slot in the door. I feel the cold steel of the cuffs as they are placed onto my wrists. Then I step forward as the guard yells, “OPEN CELL EIGHT.” I get turned around and start being led towards processing. I hear yells from the inmates as I pass by their cells. Then after what seemed like an eternity we reached the processing area. I strip off my jumpsuit and finally put on the clothes I had when I arrived here. They’re a tad bit snug seeing as I’ve gotten bulkier since I last wore them. I don’t really care I’m just glad to be wearing regular clothes again. I finally walk out of a room without cuffs on my wrist for the first time in a long time. I walk out the doors of the prison and get hit by the evening breeze of Leavenworth. Then in the distance I see a vehicle.
I have my bag in one hand and my free hand is swinging beside me. Then a man steps out of the vehicle as I get closer to it and I see that it’s my old manager Steven . I forgot that he and Cindy moved out this way. I didn’t think he knew about my jail sentence. But that’s what I get for thinking I guess. He steps towards me with his arms open wide and when I arrive he shakes my hand along with a subtle embrace.
“Derek, It's good to see you.” He says as he continues attempting to squeeze the shit out of my hand. I crack a huge smile as I watch him struggle. “I’m happy to see you too, but you’re breaking my hand .” I reply back as he finally lets loose of his grip. I walk over towards his car and get him to pop the trunk which he does fairly quickly. I slam the trunk shut then slide into the passenger’s side of his car.
“I forgot that you and Cindy moved out here.” I said as he starts to speed off into the sunset. I look out and see that we are heading towards Oklahoma. “We didn’t brother. We moved to Oklahoma City. But I’m sending you to Des Moines, where I got you a contract with a wrestling company that has a show out there.” He says to me as I start to realize that he was the one who got in contact with the guy that called me. Now I realize that he’s trying to kick start my career.
Well, if I don’t take this I’m a fool.
This is my second chance.
-----------------------
If you think that just because I’m six foot ten and three hundred pounds that I’m slow and can’t move to save my life then you are all sadly mistaken.
I have the ability to move just like any two hundred pound guy out there. I’m a lot quicker than most folks give me credit for. Yet, I choose to have people try and attack me with their feeble attempt on power moves. Then when they fail, I beat the living shit out of them. Simply put, that’s just what I do, I beat people’s asses and I enjoy doing it.
Vincent Cross
Have you even taken the time to look at anything I’ve done? Of course not, I’m just like everyone else who is extremely tall and is a new person to a company. To you, I’m the new guy and I’m going to bow down to the supposed social structure of how this place works. But I’m climbing my way up the pyramid very quickly and when I get to the top where you stand I will be more than happy to knock your ass down.
Are you ready to have your ass handed to you?
Because I’m ready to dish out some pain and you will be my first victim.
