The Click, they useta call it. Inadvertent self-hypnosis in which (though you have to be shown it physically, this is the closest approximation i can put into print) where you listen for the moment when society is gonna shut you in and you shut them out JUST before they do.They say a man develops a "Prison Switch" in his mind that allows the easy passage of time. Very similar to marriage.
Jail and Prison are two very different things, son.
Jail and Prison are two very different things, son. Jail is where you go once arrested until bailed out, charges dropped, found innocent, or convicted. Prison is where you go to do a long stretch after conviction.
They say a man develops a "Prison Switch" in his mind that allows the easy passage of time. Very similar to marriage.
You knew a freaking serial killer?The Click, they useta call it. Inadvertent self-hypnosis in which (though you have to be shown it physically, this is the closest approximation i can put into print) where you listen for the moment when society is gonna shut you in and you shut them out JUST before they do.
A guy (Numbers, the serial killer who for some reason didnt kill me, who i've written about here before) taught it to me on the road in my hitchhiker days. Valuable tool, esp for bipolar types like myself.
ETA: Only county time for me, so far, though i'm rather proud that i spent a night in jail for smiling.
So was he innocent? Like he didn’t actually kill hos wife but was wrongfully convicted? If so that’s terrible!BIL did some years for dealing coke. a guy I went to college with killed his wife and was convicted and sent to prison for life with no possibility of parole. his conviction was overturned a year later and he's out on the streets now.
BIL did some years for dealing coke. a guy I went to college with killed his wife and was convicted and sent to prison for life with no possibility of parole. his conviction was overturned a year later and he's out on the streets now.
or was it overturned on some sort of technicality/procedural issue?So was he innocent? Like he didn’t actually kill hos wife but was wrongfully convicted? If so that’s terrible!
Also terrible for the victim’s family!or was it overturned on some sort of technicality/procedural issue?
Yeah, i've told it here before. When i was a runaway, almost 50 yrs ago now, there were still hobo jungles. The biggest one in that time was in NPlatte, NE a great spot for wanderers cuz the trainyard there was always pretty loose on hopping rails and you had i-80 too. Being 16 & homeless (and kinda illegal as a hippie) is scary & lonely and being hungry is worse and the old guys were kind so the jungle was actually a better stopoff than Kearney or Lincoln (jackhole central) if you got lifts from college kids who werent going thru the state (a very underrated state, Nebraska, but a big matzo ball for hitchers).You knew a freaking serial killer?
Your writing style and a lot of your stories remind me of Penn Jillette. Just an observation. Please keep it up.Yeah, i've told it here before. When i was a runaway, almost 50 yrs ago now, there were still hobo jungles. The biggest one in that time was in NPlatte, NE a great spot for wanderers cuz the trainyard there was always pretty loose on hopping rails and you had i-80 too. Being 16 & homeless (and kinda illegal as a hippie) is scary & lonely and being hungry is worse and the old guys were kind so the jungle was actually a better stopoff than Kearney or Lincoln (jackhole central) if you got lifts from college kids who werent going thru the state (a very underrated state, Nebraska, but a big matzo ball for hitchers).
There was this guy Norman, who i called Numbers, cuz he had this huge army trench coat with 50 pockets and seemingly a roach or full "number" in each one. I'd doubled with him a coupla times in Cheyenne and Fernley NV (two notorious hitchhiker hells) and he'd taught me the Click and some tricks for finding cover & food, didnt say much but was as pleasant as he was weird.
I was in the Platte jungle one time and i saw Numbers. He kept to himself a while but eventually come over. "East or West?" "East" i says (i was visiting a gal in Holland MI). "Me, too. Head out in a while?". "Sure" (his army coat - not a vet, stir most his life, i knew - got rides). So we did later on. The old gents were giving me weird looks, but they're weird.
We get to DesMoines, rainy af, we're working a truck stop. Numbers has this fat middle-aged guy going up to Minny. "I'm heading east, Norman". "I could go north" he says, obviously wanting to get out of the ####. "Go north, then". "OK". Never saw him again.
Couple months later, i'm back in the Platte jungle. The old farts are surprised see me as tho i was the Queen. I ask why. "Young boys who leave with Norman don't come back". Matter of fact, they were pretty sure, if he left me alone (unheard of), he was worked up enough so that fat Minny salesman probably ended up raped & dead along the road. Yikes. And that, children, is your story of the day.
Holy shirt! That’s crazy dude. I haven’t read your other stories but I’m now hooked. Why did you runaway from home?Yeah, i've told it here before. When i was a runaway, almost 50 yrs ago now, there were still hobo jungles. The biggest one in that time was in NPlatte, NE a great spot for wanderers cuz the trainyard there was always pretty loose on hopping rails and you had i-80 too. Being 16 & homeless (and kinda illegal as a hippie) is scary & lonely and being hungry is worse and the old guys were kind so the jungle was actually a better stopoff than Kearney or Lincoln (jackhole central) if you got lifts from college kids who werent going thru the state (a very underrated state, Nebraska, but a big matzo ball for hitchers).
There was this guy Norman, who i called Numbers, cuz he had this huge army trench coat with 50 pockets and seemingly a roach or full "number" in each one. I'd doubled with him a coupla times in Cheyenne and Fernley NV (two notorious hitchhiker hells) and he'd taught me the Click and some tricks for finding cover & food, didnt say much but was as pleasant as he was weird.
I was in the Platte jungle one time and i saw Numbers. He kept to himself a while but eventually come over. "East or West?" "East" i says (i was visiting a gal in Holland MI). "Me, too. Head out in a while?". "Sure" (his army coat - not a vet, stir most his life, i knew - got rides). So we did later on. The old gents were giving me weird looks, but they're weird.
We get to DesMoines, rainy af, we're working a truck stop. Numbers has this fat middle-aged guy going up to Minny. "I'm heading east, Norman". "I could go north" he says, obviously wanting to get out of the ####. "Go north, then". "OK". Never saw him again.
Couple months later, i'm back in the Platte jungle. The old farts are surprised see me as tho i was the Queen. I ask why. "Young boys who leave with Norman don't come back". Matter of fact, they were pretty sure, if he left me alone (unheard of), he was worked up enough so that fat Minny salesman probably ended up raped & dead along the road. Yikes. And that, children, is your story of the day.
What did he do?? You left out the best part!!One of my closest friends growing up went to prison about 6 years ago. We grew up together but had not seen or stayed in contact very much until about 8 years ago when I moved back to OH near where he was already living. We’ve got kids same age, wives got along, we hung out a lot.
We had bought a house, a fixer upper and our realtor is a mutual friend. The realtor stops by one day while me and the wife are working on the house. He asks me if I had heard about our friend...going to jail for some awful things...we were floored. I’ve known this kid since I was five and he was three. Our families are very close.
I gave my friend the benefit of the doubt and when we saw him, he told me it was true. He got 18 years. His wife tried to hang in there but she bailed after two years. I visited him twice and wrote him maybe six times but his crime is to hard for me to overlook. I haven’t had any contact with him in probably three years. I feel the worst for his dad and mom, who have stood by him. He’s also got a kid that is headed down a similar path.
He did tell me that the worst part of prison are the first days. Your scared, you don’t know if prison is like the movies, etc. After he settled in, he said his biggest problem is boredom and missing his family. He’s taken about every type of education program you can take. He teaches other inmates various programs. He seems like he’s trying to do the right thing now but I probably won’t see him again.
Not at all the best part!! It’s disgusting and it makes me ill. He deserves to be in prison forever. If it would have been my personal family, he would have been dead and i would be in prison. You think you can figure it out?What did he do?? You left out the best part!!
Did he used to work at Subway?Not at all the best part!! It’s disgusting and it makes me ill. He deserves to be in prison forever. If it would have been my personal family, he would have been dead and i would be in prison. You think you can figure it out?
You know what I meant. Don’t try to paint me as a bad guy. So he’s a pedo? Yeah, he’s a fuggin scumbag.Not at all the best part!! It’s disgusting and it makes me ill. He deserves to be in prison forever. If it would have been my personal family, he would have been dead and i would be in prison. You think you can figure it out?
I don't know if he is innocent. he had some new witnesses come forward after he was convicted and they said they saw a vehicle fleeing the scene, so he got a new trial and was found not guilty. its fascinating to me reading up on it. he was the nicest, most laid back guy I knew and apparently his wife was quite controlling. I don't know what to think. they lived out a few miles from a small town so its hard for me to believe it was a random robbery as his defense states. what criminal would pick a random house in the country in broad daylight and then shoot the wife while she was showering, leaving valuables out in the open?So was he innocent? Like he didn’t actually kill hos wife but was wrongfully convicted? If so that’s terrible!
I didn't know he wrote. We're approx the same age, the same size, same looks more or less, from the same state even. He has a little more hair, i have a little more talent....Your writing style and a lot of your stories remind me of Penn Jillette. Just an observation. Please keep it up.
on a cloudy day?i'm rather proud that i spent a night in jail for smiling.
Based on your response, I am assuming that the crime involved young children.I gave my friend the benefit of the doubt and when we saw him, he told me it was true. He got 18 years.
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It’s disgusting and it makes me ill. He deserves to be in prison forever.
no, but when it's cold outside, i got the month of Mayon a cloudy day?
Yes, it involved a child. When I heard the rumor, I wanted to give my friend the benefit of the doubt as my wife and I never would have thought he could do such a thing.Based on your response, I am assuming that the crime involved young children.
So......why on earth would he tell you that it was true? Did he mistakenly think that you would express sympathy or something?