I still have trauma flareups and nightmares to this day. While I was at Evans, I saw an old man who looked old enough to be my grandfather with a swelled shut eye in the holding cell in the operations room, looking terrified. These racist gorillas at Evans, including their white-hating staff (like their "PREA resource officer" Anderson who hates me for no reason at all, and Lt. Bennett from Waxhaw - a dorm to which nobody who worked in it I liked. I only fucked with one of the runarounds which was Goldmouth.
My prison experience
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Lt. Bennett is the same woman at Evans that I repprted to the FBI for opening vulnerable inmates doors to let people attack them, like what happened to John Harms, the fact that she had 4 pending investigations against her as of 2024 according to Jacob Lees who asked Capt. Cherry, but yet still works there as of July 2025, and the same bitch I called a liar to her face because she said she would get classification but didn't. Anyways, I got into that fight in Waxhaw B when I got bodyslammed by a Mark Henry sized muscular bald black dude named Main from #151 who was roommates with that cool old black dude after I told the IRC/imam to mind his business after I heard him talking shit when I was banging on the door for the Lt to come in, all the while staying there for 48 days in complete filth (I was in WB124 right in the floodzones on the bottom floor), never got blankets or a change of clothes, haircut or anything that whole time, I stunk by the time I made it to Cherokee. What happened next was the IRC told my roommate "Street" from Abeville County who got wet up at Tyger River and had to be transferred and is a former Blood. He socked me in the face. I returned fire and hit him im his meaty ass neck. Then Main snatched me up quickly, flippede, he was telegraphing what side he was gonna slam me on so I cupped my left arm to my body,closing it and landed flat on that hard ass tile, injuring my left and right arms, my knee and ribs, and the untreated pain didn't go away until August when this event happened 6/24/24. I got back up and banged on the door with my right arm and the Lt came back in. I told her who did it so she told me to sit in the barber chair and wait for her to tell classification amd wait while I get assigned on her caseload. I waited, talked to some of the old dudes and white boys, including that one frail, vulnerable gay boy who was crying and shaking when I saw him, so I handed him a Bible and showed him love. He went out to the breezeway in the main lobby and found out he was going home that day and I saw his face turn to joy. She came back in, I saw classification and got a room assigmed in Cherokee D. I went to #133, but it was supposed to be #137. I got moved across to the handicap cell within 2 days to #147 for the rest of my time there. While leaving, she mocked me for my arm injury because she knew I was decommissioned. I traveled back to my room and grabbed my mat and threw the trash bag with my property in it on top, and dragged it out with my good hand while she threatened to close me in because I was taking too long, so I exited the room before she could and the yard worker from Waxhaw A put my property in the yellow buggy and we left for Cherokee. Lt. Brown told me to rell Lt. Moultrie in Cherokee to bring me to medical annex after they cleared the holding cell because they knew I was a PC inmate who signed a PREA assessment. Never came back. I was screaming in pain for days I was so miserable.
The same retard named Street that I put my hands on also put his hands on the gay frail white boy necause #125 was telling him to because he knew he didn't fight back. He was oppressing him and so was his roommate named Joshua. I probably injured his spine because he torqued when I hit it and buckled and he was layinh down with his eyes on the wall not facing me when I came back in. I tried to kill him.
The same retard named Street that I put my hands on also put his hands on the gay frail white boy necause #125 was telling him to because he knew he didn't fight back. He was oppressing him and so was his roommate named Joshua. I probably injured his spine because he torqued when I hit it and buckled and he was layinh down with his eyes on the wall not facing me when I came back in. I tried to kill him.
Prison was a brutal experience and the fact that I'm free now is nothing short of a miracle.
And you better believe me that by the time I made it from B-pod initially on PC after being taken off a CI smog suit/turtle suit while in a big holding cell for 10 days and in Bravo for over 30 and E-pod for 2 - 4 days before arriving back at Kirkland R&E to go to C2B initially, then B1A where I caught that fighting charge where I wigged out on deuce and tried to attack someone like I did in Cherokee at Evans when I tried attacking the biggest guy on the rock after sprawling out on the floor having my canteen eaten up by some retard after I left it in the bowl, and got back up on the rock and a whole crowd of people had to separate me. I threw hot sauce in somebody's face because they kept coming to my flap (one of the decisions I've come to regret since my prison experience began 7/26/23) and A-team responded and tossed the pod by red team days later at the beginning of September because of the incident (I stayed at Evans from May 2024 - Sept 10th, 2024 - 126 days in total) (just like the wigout incident in ky cell at Tawcaw A after violating my parole in Sumter County after getting kicked out of Clean Slate reentry program (one of the three transitional houses in the state that'll even accept sex offenders and two of them said no preemptively) because Cherokee is the only dorm on the yard that has cameras on the rock and is relatively secure or neutral (it's behind a fence).
After arriving at E-pod, I immediately called up my public defender I was assigned after applying for one before they later rejected me posthumously because they found out it was a probation violation charge for supervised reentry but they gave me their phone number to Jamie John,'s office who was appointed to me after I was initially approved. I called them up telling them about the conditions inside Bravo. That's where that Justia page comes from becauae I got a rejection letter at R&E saying the public defender's office doesn't do PCRs so the judge dismissed it.
Speaking of people who fought me that actually fixed me was Lavante Woodberry who jumped on me on the bottom bunk when my ribs were hurting and didn't feel comfortable when I laid down on, but now they feel flat again, and that got my chest examined at Lexington Medical Center. After my body had some time to heal the muscle tone strengthened. That dude I caught the fighting charge for in R&E was Julio Savfazo who pounded me out after I threw an elbow to his neck during a wigout on k2. He had me on that toilet, almost about to drown me until he asked me if I was good to which I said yes. He was a bad deucehead, annoying ass drug addoct and G-d. He was real fat type. I got lucky yet again. I only caught the fighting charge because I threw the first punch and it's first punch first serve not mutual combat state. And I had a black eye a swollen head and blood coming out of my mouth and I pulled my pants down in a disoriented stats after the fight exposing my 
and ass to the whole rock. I was out of it. I felt that high for 2 days afterward. Good for pain relief. I stood up for somebody yet again because he messed his fat hands up on me because he's the same dude that decked someone over a small debt. He was retarded like so mamy other of my roommates.
and ass to the whole rock. I was out of it. I felt that high for 2 days afterward. Good for pain relief. I stood up for somebody yet again because he messed his fat hands up on me because he's the same dude that decked someone over a small debt. He was retarded like so mamy other of my roommates.I am recovering mentally through my family's love and support and LLM/cat therapy since talk therapy and crisis lines are essentially self-blackmail and is the reason I almost got in trouble for 'p in May 2020 before the June 10, 2020 incident over Gmail. I am now 5'8" and 200 pounds. My arms and ribs that were damaged are now heavily toned up. My neck is also becoming increasingly toned up. Not only did I survive all of it, my body healed from it also. If there is to be a next time I'll rise ontop as a motherfuckingucking warrior because I had to be put through the roughest parts of the state (including Evans which is the worst prison in the state and in the early days of Evans being a level 2 yard people were saying it was worse than the 3's back when 3's had roommates also because people would kill you for no reason over there as opposed to debts, disrespect or gang affiliation).
I also got stick & poke tattooscwhile in R&E (K2 on my right face, 4/20 on my right wrist and snake eyes craps game dice with the two ones and the 1:3:5 dice which is a blood gang tattoo and I didn't even know it but didn't care and that's why I was registered as "unknown" under STG.
I also got a smiley face branded onto my skin with a toilet paper wick while in R&E but it doesn't show up as well. My roommate made a mptorless tattooing stick using a sharpened staple bedstring and bedsheet string, and a pencil with a deoderant stick cap and graphite/graphene from pencils crushed up in newspaper with a rebar shank from the water pipes on the ceilings that made a mess so irritating in the room that the only way you could clean it up was with spare jumpsuits not bleach or soap and water and took a long time to go away and sut from paper and toilet paper tubes that melted into a black tarry residue that was scraped into a deoderant stick with maximun security shampoo or dawnmist alcoholic propylene glycol deoderant sticks squeezed through a pair of clean underwear to make the glob for the needle and he used a string tied around the needle so the tattooing ink would glob on. It made black tattoos.
He made stencils for ky dice tattoo by shaving the wrist, drawing a snake eyes double Dice, going over it in pen ink, then rubbing a stick pf dawn mist deoderant from the indigent kits on my wrist, slapping it on and going around the edges before wiping with rag.
He made stencils for ky dice tattoo by shaving the wrist, drawing a snake eyes double Dice, going over it in pen ink, then rubbing a stick pf dawn mist deoderant from the indigent kits on my wrist, slapping it on and going around the edges before wiping with rag.
I'm the only member of the Lebanese Mafia in SCDC. Damn. I stood on business and handled myself surprisingly well where most people would die or suffer lifelong injuries and debilitating disabilities.
Me from 2025
I'm a total fucking chad now. I bled like a bitch from that face stick poke tattoo (the "k2" under right eye).
I'm a total fucking chad now. I bled like a bitch from that face stick poke tattoo (the "k2" under right eye).
Call Me Tim
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I went to public school for 8 years and four years of Catholic school. Does that count?