Now there’s two sides to the visitation process. There’s what your visitors go through to get in, and there’s what we go through now for the visitors they seem to get it the worst, especially the females. Their search consists of a lot of bullshit. No hair pins, no jewelry, no tight clothes, no v-necks, no sleeveless shirts. And if she’s a BAD BITCH like mine, it’s definitely a crime, Lol.
“CELLS (Part 8)”
Almost forgot to get into the only place in here, where your almost completely private. Your cell. This is your sanctum, so to speak. Where you go to escape all the madness around you. Where you go to read, write, meditate, or even cry. Yes!, gangstas cry in the dark, Lol. My first week or so, I avoided being in my cell as much as possible. Running from my own thoughts, trying to avoid the inevitable, BREAKING DOWN.
Now they usually call yard first thing in the morning around 8 am. This is where you get to see everybody who’s on your side of the building. It’s not nearly as big as a prison yard, actually its on the roof of the building. A basketball court, a handball court, 2 pull up bars and a dip bar all caged in on the very top of the building. This is where you see whats what and who’s who in the building.
Most of the c.o’s here or anywhere actually, are assholes. That must be how they’re trained. I’ve been in jail all over during my years in federal prison, but the NY city jail officers are the worst, hands down. They act as if it’s not their job to do certain shit. These motherfuckers are lazy and think everybody in here is a fucking crack head or something. I watch them turn groupie status when Maino comes through, shit be funny.
There’s all types of inmates, but when you’ve been in and out of jails a few times like myself, you’ll be able to identify them as soon as you run across them. There’s the jailoligists, the tough guys, the gang bangers, the muslims who smoke week, Lol, all type of con men, slicksters and the rats! My nigga 40 would be able to tell everything about being in jail, from who the c.o.’s are to how you can stay in a building or get transferred. He’s crazy.Then you get the O.G.’s like my nigga Miz from Harlem. He loves to talk about back in the days when he was on the island. His favorite line is “This here a slipper joint, ain’t nothing going on,” Lol.
The housing unit I was sent to is 5 South. Theres usually a North and South side to every unit. On the other side of the building, there’s East and West. Anyway, there’s 3 phones, 6 showers and 2 tiers with 23 cells on each tier. The officer working is positioned at his desk as soon as you come through the gate right in the center. There’s another officer inside of the bubble. He’s the one working all the controls from the front gates to opening and closing the cells inside. Now your cell is only accessible every hour on the quarter to, it’s called an option. Depending on the officer, you usually have up to 15 mins to get what you need out of your cell, go the bathroom, etc. Some officers only give you about 2 or 3 minutes, Lol.
The following morning I was finally escorted from the court holding cells upstairs to the Manhattan detention complex, a.k.a. the “Tombs.” The funny thing is that the courts is under the jail. This is New York, so nobody really does their job making the whole intake process seem like a nightmare. Anyway intake is filled up with a bunch of holding pens where you wait for hours, then they call your name, take any and all things they consider contraband, LV belt, my snap back fitted and all my personal affects, wallet, ID, credit cards and shit like that. Then, you’re strip searched and sent around to another holding pen and the wait begins.
So if you don’t know, the central booking process in NY has to be the worst in the entire country. Well, at least I think so. Anyway, It’s now about 9:15 am when dumb & dumber finally decide to transport me from the station to the central booking, Lol But, not before these cock suckers tried to throw in a surprise stop upstairs at the Manhattan D.A.’s office. They realized it was a dead issue when I refused to even walk inside of the office (always on my G shit.)
“And when I woke I was still in my cell…….”
Wassup world? As of now most of you should already know my current situation. If not, well let me enlighten you. There’s been a slight glitch in the Matrix, lol. Some unfortunate series of event has put your favorite author back behind bars. Though I can’t really discuss my case and the events surrounding them, I can discuss to ya’ll what it’s like getting arrested and how it goes down in here in lock up. I’ve already passed my 60th day so let me start at the beginning.
Hustle Hard Mouse is the famed author of “Gangsta’s Don’t Die“, but he is also the younger brother to rapper, Maino. In this exclusive one on one interview, conducted in Greenpoint Brooklyn, I get to ask Mouse about his new book, his relationship to his brother Maino, being a rapper and everyday life. Find out how everything goes down by clicking on the “Read More” button below…