Choices - Part 1

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Choices is the second set of short confessional stories from Author Davis K

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Choices - Part 1

Submitted: May 22, 2013

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This is the first story from the on going series called Choices It is a set of real confessions from a real prison system. Our goal in publishing these stories is to share the dark and the bright side of the extreme horrors that happen behind bars. There are often times, a few wonderful things that happen behind the razor wire as well, yet, those are few and far between. Enjoy!

 

 

"If a man is more than his misery, he will find light here."

Part 1 

 

My first day in the county jail was rough. Some six-foot-seven, 400 pound guard told me to empty all my pockets and lay everything on the steel table, separating the two of us.

A few dollars, a couple quarters and my attorney’s business card were laid on the table. Big-N-Tall scooped up the money and put it in a small brown envelope. I bet he bought something to eat with that money.

“Aright, young buck, strip naked!” The guard insisted. Even though I didn’t like what Big-N-Tall had ordered me to do, the tone of his voice conveyed that the consequences would be brutal, if I did not comply.

I unceremoniously took off my boots first, then, socks, jeans, and sweater, finally, my boxer shorts and T-shirt. Butterball naked.

I was scared. Not only did I have to strip in front of a man who seemed to enjoy the process, but I did so while there were other dudes in the room. I remember thinking to myself, “this is crazy!”

Big-N-Tall stood up and inspected every piece of clothing, checking for contraband.

I’m eighteen years old and I’m about to experience a form of humiliation I’ll never forget. Standing about three feet in front of me Big-N-Tall states:

Raise your arms above your head and show me your armpits. Run your fingers through your hair. Turn left and show me behind your right ear. Listen carefully – first lift up your penis, then your sac. Turn around, bend over, and smile for the governor.

“What?” I asked dumbfounded.

He spke witn a flare for dramatic opression. Spread your butt your butt open wide. You understand that? Raise your left foot and wiggle your toes. Turn around and face me. Take your two fingers and run them along your gum-line; open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. Show me underneath. Get dressed and stand over there against the wall.

I felt violated. I also felt disrespected because that moron deliberately had me put my fingers in my mouth after I handled my family jewels.

Or, was I the moron for placing myself in that situation?

 

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