C.: Well, my band bugged out on me and d.c. went home last night. He had to work today at hisn nursing job. Since I’m still on hiatus, I told him that I would try to write today’s blog by myself, since he would probably be tired tonight. I hope he’s not too tired and still thinks he’s Elvis Pressley. That always seems to happen this time of year, though. I don't know if it’s the holidays stressing him out, or he really thinks Elvis is still alive and can chanell him on Elvis’ birthday, which was yesterday. Anyway, before I start the blog, I’ll ask myself some mind-clearing questions.
Let’s see, if brown cows give chocolate milk, red cows give strawberry milk, and white cows give white milk, what do black cows give? And do black and white cows give oreo flavored milk? And, if Brahmans are such mean cows, how is there so much white milk to drink? Also, why are Brahmans called “Bramers” in the deep south?
Okay, that’s enough thinking for the day. It isn’t something I do well anyway. I’ll just sit and quietly read one of d.c.’s manuscripts. This is from his fourth book in the Magruder Mysteries series. The title is “A Full Pardon; A Graying of the Law." d.c. says that he’s about one-half way through with this one, but he’s already written the end, as well as the end of the series. This is somewhere in the middle of the book. He’s already written the beginning, which I’ve read, but this is new. The title of the chapter is “The Real Power in Prison.” I wonder what this chapter’s about?
THE REAL POWER IN PRISON
The offender looked at the CMA with disgust. “Why can’t I have the medicine one day early? I’m going to report you to security. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow,and I won’t be able to come get it tomorrow, since y’all close before the bus gets back from Galveston. I promise I won’t take any until tomorrow.
“I can give you one dose from stock tonight, that’s all. Then you can ask the med aids in Galveston to give you a dose while you’re down there tomorrow. Then you can come get your meds the next day. That’s the best I can do for you. Next!!!”
The inmate returned five minutes later with the most easily manipulated ranking officer at the prison. After he explained his situation to the med. aid, Manuel Raymond simply shook his head. The Sergeant returned a few minutes later with the lieutenant, who ordered the med aid to give the inmate his Keep on Person medication.
The next day, the inmate didn’t return from Galveston. He had been shipped to the main hospital by ambulance the night before, with traumatic head and neck injuries. he refused to say
how the injuries had occurred.
In another part of Texas, Sergeant Jack Johnson received a subpoena to appear before the county judge at 0900 in response to an inmate’s complaint of physical abuse. Lieutenant Cameron Miller was also summoned. Each received a written reprimand from their warden. They were also suspended without pay until further notice.
At Hildebrand Unit in Columbia, Texas
The med aid looked at the inmate in disgust. “The blister pack only has thirty pills. How is this supposed to last me three months?”
“That’s what the provider ordered for you. Next!” As the inmate exited the pill window, he noticed three other inmates coming toward him. He threw up his hands to indicate that he wasn’t going to cause any trouble, but he slept with one eye open for the next three nights.
At their quarterly meeting, the Houston chapter of the Menendez Cartel decided to reward their first lieutenant with a large cash reward for his stellar performance in keeping peace at the Hildebrand Prison. Warden Haynes passed an envelope full of cash to her dinner companion before they parted ways. When he got home, Manuel Raymond was pleased to discover that his don had seen fit to give him a ten thousand dollar cash reward for his efforts in keeping the prison safe for the staff and the inmates. However, he knew what he must do. He made three envelopes with one thousand dollars in cash in each one and put them into three inmates' commissary accounts. When Jace Smith, Jordan Jackson and Stan Mills checked their accounts, they were satisfied that they had enough money in the accounts to bribe a laundry worker to clean the blood out of their scrubs without being ratted out.
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