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  • Ríkisstjórn Name: Tewhan Butler
  • Kennitala: 26852-050
  • Aldur:34
  • Tími Borið:11 ár
  • Home Town:East Orange, NJ
  • Setning:30 ár.
  • Núverandi Hleðsla:RICO
  • Alias:Fjöldamorð
  • Útgáfudagur:2029
  • Prison Tengsl:Blóð (Double ii / QSBG)
  • Hring áhrifum:Altariq Gumbs, Emmanuel Jones, Lester Alford, Marco Miguel Robertson, Pele Brown, David Drone, Jermaine Ray, Marcus Martin, Michael Simpson, Omar Austin, Quaheem Edwards, Torvos Simpson, Vincent Gamboa
  • Stofnun:USP McCreary
  • Hér, líf mitt bak við lás og slá upp skilning þá sem hættuspil inn 'líf' og engin skilning á afleiðingum þess: The mótlæti, hindranir og ferðin verður maður ferðast einn þegar gavel er skellti, klefi er læst og ljósin fara út.

USP Lewisburg: Reality Leikmynd Í

Það hefur verið fjórum mánuðum síðan ég gekk í það sem þeir vilja til að hringja í stóru húsi- Special Management Unit (SMU) með hámarks-öryggi Bandaríkjanna fangelsinu Lewisburg. Við fyrstu sýn hélt ég ekkert um það. Nú, eins og ég sit hér, allt nema gjörvulegur innan þessa dýflissu einnig þekkt sem klefi, Staðreyndin er að byrja að setja í…

“Þú verður að borða, sleep and shit wherever we assign you for the next twenty-four months gentlemen,” thinking back on the words spoken by the Lieutenant when I first arrived, “When I call your name, you give your number!”

Stepping in the front of the single-man holding cage the Officer yelled, “Butler!”

Quickly, I barked back with the number that had been attached to my name the day I entered the Bureau of Prisons, “2-6-8-5-2-0-5-0!”

After being strip-searched, photographed, and X-Rayed, I was led to what is known to be the worst unit at USP Lewisburg- G-Block. Enn, it’s where I remain.

Roaches. Mice. Peeling paint. Vents that are nothing more than holes in the wall. A pipe that runs directly through the cell provides my heat during this already cold and snowy winter.

In this short period three bodies have dropped, all the result of being forced into a cell with even your worst enemies. Two men, two different walks of life, trapped. Neither dares to close his eyes at night. Panic buttons, það eru enginn. Cries for help fall on deaf ears in here.

Sanity is my last true friend.

 

  

One response to “USP Lewisburg: Reality Leikmynd Í”

  1. mcnasty says:

    its a rough journey brother and we tend to not know the direction the wind is blowing at times but we do know which way we want to go. at the end of that road we second guess if we needed to take a detour or make a left 1 mile backbut once we realize it we see that our journey was well worth it because it showed survival and skillwe are all strong mass and your journey has just begun.. NO MAN nor CHAINS can enslave your MIND…..

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