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Convict Definitions 101 - Part 1

For those of you have been, or will be, reading my blogs here on Tripper’s “Tales From The Cells” ……

Please find listed below a few definitions of prison terms and phrases you’ll need to know in order to better understand convict lingo and be penitentiary literate. Be advised some of these definitions apply only to United States Federal Prisons whereas others are universal in state institutions as well. The following 12 are the first of many more to come in bi-monthly in­stallments of Convict Definitions 101. This blog is meant to be both education­al and amusing. I hope you’ll enjoy.

-Tripper

LIAR’S ROW: In federal prison, this is a group of upper level executive prison staff who stand in a row at mainline (mealtime in inmate dining). These are the jackasses, i.e. the Warden, Assistant Warden, Captain, Health Services Admin­istrator, Psychologists, etc. that are supposed to be there to assist inmates in answering their questions. When in reality, all they’re going to do is either lie to the inmate or pass the buck to another staff member on liar’s row. And, chances are, the staff member who just interviewed you won’t even remember your name the moment you walk away.

JODY and SANCHO: Sometimes jokingly and sometimes more often than not, Jody is the name given to a fictional or real character that’s just ran off with an inmate’s old lady. I think Jody may have originated in the American military as in the old song lyrics that go, “Ain’t no need in comin’ home. Jody’s got your girl and gone!” Jody is widely hated by all convicts both federal and state. And Sancho? Well, Sancho is simply the Mexican equivalent to Jody, well known by all Hispanic prisoners as well. If I had to venture a guess, I’d bet there’s a Jody in all cultures.

DIESEL THERAPY: Now here’s one you’ve probably never heard of. Diesel therapy is a fed thing. When an inmate becomes a major pain in administrative prison staff’s ass by filing lawsuits and complaints. The feds load him up on a bus and transfer him from jail to jail, prison to prison, all over the United States never allowing the convict to stay in one place long enough to receive mail or make commissary. If a man’s lucky, he might land in a stable prison environ­ment in a couple of years or so. Or by the time he is ready to discharge his sentence. And if not, he could be inhaling diesel fumes for quite a long time. Thus, diesel therapy.

THE THORAZINE SHUFFLE: This is when the prison psych or doctors put a convict on so much thorazine or other psychotropic meds that he can’t even walk. Thus, he tends to shuffle from point A to point B, dragging his feet everywhere he goes. The thorazine shuffler usually wears his shower shoes or house slippers because he’s too messed up to leave his cellblock or housing unit. Thorazine patients are easy to recognize as they always have a blank expression on their face and dark circles under their eyes. And too, many can’t even remember nor pronounce their names. Every inmate in every prison in the United States is familiar with the thorazine shuffle.


THE DOG and PONY SHOW: On occasion, a United States Senator, Government big-wheel or Central Office staff will come to tour the institution. The Dog and Pony Show is where administrative and custody staff rush to temporarily hide or cover-up all the prison’s inadequacies so the visiting parties won’t “see” or “know” the real deal concerning the hideousness of the pen. Shit gets fixed and painted, food miraculously becomes edible and staff all dress up in their best J.C. Penny suits. Convicts are ordered to be on their best behavior or else. After all, the warden’s gotta make everything look good. Until … they’re all gone! Then everything returns to normal. The Dog and Pony Show.

THE SPREAD: To “spread” is where convicts break bread with one another. Men gather commissary items and/or food stolen from the kitchen to prepare a meal. Dishes like super nachos, burritos or tuna salads or other like items everyone is familiar with - sitting together, talking trash, telling lies and enjoying a good meal. 99% of the time, the spread is more palatable and nutritional than any of the tasteless bs an inmate will receive in the prison chow hall. Therefore, it’s both a pleasure and a luxury for robbers and murderers to be able to get together and enjoy a “spread.”

WRECKLESS EYEBALLING: You’ll probably think I’m lying about this one. But I swear it’s true! Here we are, a bunch of horny convicts locked away in prison totally stricken from the female race for years and years and years. And, we’re not suppose to look or stare at a woman. Female staff and prison guards, some attractive and others butt ugly as orangutans in the jungles of Borneo, still they look good to the inmate serving 30 to LIFE. Yet if one does break weak and decide to take a quick peak or stare at a woman’s tits or ass; they can be written an incident report for “wreckless eyeballing,” beat down and sent to the hole. And that’s for real! Convicts are expected to stare at the ground any time a female walks past.

THE WOODPILE: In prison, white men refer to themselves as peckerwoods. Female convicts are featherwoods. That may not be what other groups or races call them. And I won’t go into what peckerwoods and featherwoods might call the other groups or races. But among themselves, it’s respectable for one stand-up male convict to say to another, “What’s up peckerwood?” A woodpile is simply a prison that houses a lot of pecker or featherwoods. For example, FCI El Reno Oklahoma was a “woodpile.” Whites ran the yard and didn’t take shit from members of the other groups or races. I’d rather be doing time at an institution where there’s a woodpile than to be housed where there’s a bunch of other idiots that think they’re in power and calling the shots. Woodpiles are the shit!

WRIT WRITER: A writ writer is a convict who is somewhat educated in the com­plicated science of law. A man or woman who is not afraid of the higher ups who run the institution and will buck on them when they’re abusive or corrupt. A writ writer is experienced in attacking through the administrative remedy procedure as well as proficient in filing lawsuits in state of federal courts. A writ writer is also a stand-up convict that knows not defeat in the face of the enemy. They’ll do whatever it takes to make things better for all inmates alike to their last dying breath, even if it means being subject to badgering, harassment or retaliation. And even if it means going to the hole or being put on diesel therapy as well. A writ writer is a fighter for the cause.


THE 3-SECOND RULE: This is a funny one. First off, please understand, not all jails or prisons feed their inmates properly. With a federal mandated 800 calorie a day minimum, a person can sometimes go hungry. I was sitting across from a guy in the chow hall one time on the 4th of July. To celebrate America’s independence, this particular federal prison was serving BBQ ribs to the inmate population. Suddenly the convict sitting across from me dropped his slab of greasy pig on the floor. With lightning fast quickness he reached down, scooped up the pork and yelled, “3-Second Rule!” Then, he began to eat. The 3-second rule is where when a man drops his food and it doesn’t remain on the floor for no more than 3-seconds, it’s legal to pick it up and eat it. Desperate times bring desperate measures.

CHO’ MO’: In lockup, lots of people, places and things get assigned prison slang. Cho’ Mo’ is simply short for child molester, an inmate we as convicts despise and abhor. As a matter of fact, cho’ mo’s are so hated by myself and the inmate population, that I will not dignify them by expounding on this definition any further. In short, cho’ mo’s are simply the dregs of convict society. Fuck a cho’ mo’ for real!

HOPE SELLERS: Hope sellers are men or women in the joint that count on God to get them out of prison, a new law to go into effect that will cut them loose, or parole to be brought back by Congress when there is no parole. And, they force their views on other inmates trying to give them the same unfounded hope they have when in reality, all are going to remain in prison no matter what until every last day of their prison sentence is served. Personally, I’m a realist and I don’t deal with hope sellers very well.

If you like this blog and would like to read more “Convict Definitions 101,” please let me know and leave some comments. Any unusual questions about terms or things in prison, shoot, I’ll give you my best and most honest shot! Thanks again for reading! I’m Tripper! Better Days!

Part 2 is here

Thank You For Being My Friend (Birthday Response)

I have to tell you, I had the most pleasant surprise on my birthday this year! Totally unexpected and out of the blue, a complete and total surprise, I received 12 large brown envelopes full of birthday cards! I couldn’t believe it! Oh how it made me feel so very good! I had no idea I’d made so many friends, both male and female, that cared enough to take time out of their lives and busy schedules to send me love and well wishes in the form of a birthday card! The feeling I got was indescribable! A wave of happiness came over me that was out of this world! And true to the saying, People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will never forget how you made them feel.” I will never forget how each and every one of you, my forever friends, made me feel! To all of my myspace friends and readers, you made me feel wanted, happy and alive and I love you all! Thanks so much for the birthday surprise. And a special thanks to my personal representative Nic for making all this possible. Turning the Big 5-0 didn’t turn out to be so bad after all!

Thanks to Vicki from Heath Ohio who I think is totally adorable. To Mickey from Texas, a friend and reader from the onset of my blogging career for the card and “Vampire Kiss!” I love you Christine from the high desert in Lancaster, California. Cliff my old buddy, TjE, Diana my homegirl, Amanda K of TXT fame and a real good looking young lady! Special thanks to Crazy Rachel because she not only sent me cake, she sent me ice cream too! And a kickass calendar! Love ya Rachel! Thanks to my special friend Little Debbie and homegirl from Oklahoma. Now if only I could talk her into those panty shots. Heh! Heh! Debbie with the Crown who sent me a really cool, happy doggy birthday card. My friend Catwoman, aka Trisha from England - loved the cat! Meow! Barbara, her hubby Robin and son Dolan - you are truly great people! And thanks to Albi and her twisted sense of humor. Say, was that the pop star Pink when she got old? Just wondering! Ha! Ha!

Love you Bethy. My friend here “Whisper” enjoys your letters and thinks you’re the bomb too! Sativa, you’re a doll. Would love to have been able to patronized you during your days as a dancer. Hot everyone, HOT! To Shadowgrrl, loved the Harley. Me and you for real! Verla, who I just saw a real picture of! Wow! Beautiful lady. Thanks for the birthday card Verla! Darlene, my special lady friend from Dallas and the Harley stuff! She knows how I love motorcycles and biker babes! Love you Pepper and your words, “The older you get, the younger you feel!” You’re so right Pep! Thanks to Claire Denise who I know Nic is very fond of. Road Trip Junkie, the picture was AWESOME! Man would I loved to have known you out there! Wow! The Wise Sloth had the right idea. A naked chick! Well, as close as he could get to sending me one anyway. Thanks Travis! Love you Ms. Kitty, Roxanne and Jade. Smile You Won’t Feel The Pain Till Morning, you’re a doll! Thanks for the card and personal message.

Then there’s that beautiful, hot, little chick Brandi Shae! Thanks for the well wishes and the picture of you and Eddie’s Girl, the winner of my first annual Lipstick Kiss Contest! Both of you girls are drop-dead, knock-out gorgeous! Suzette in Seattle, yes Libras do rule! And if I could move to the west coast and kick it with you, I would! You’re both sweet and beautiful and I admire you in every way. Thanks to Siobhan and Scooter the Squirrel. He can keep his left nut by the way. Wouldn’t want any nutless forest creatures running around. Micah, you’re a good dude. And I appreciate your friendship. Ladies, the cake! Just wish you could feed it to me like in a marriage reception or some­thing. You’re a very pretty lady too by the way! To John, aka LiveLoveLife, thank man! Strangers, aka Marlon, you’re one cool mfer too! Oops! Please excuse my language ladies! But you know how I am! (Smile). And thanks to Ms. K, aka Karen, who I wish wasn’t married! You’re a super cool chick and good lookin’ to boot. Lucky hubby, please tell him I said hello! And I want a picture of his Harley with you in a pose like the ones in “Easy Rider” or “Outlaw Biker!” (Wink) Okay?

Thanks to George Jung, my compadrae and his girlfriend Alura. Hope you’re doing okay George! Better Days are comin’ man, just hang in there! Love you Shelly, aka Pink Panties from OKC. Thanks for the phone sex card! To John, Tarina, Katie and Little Heather - my family from Guthrie! I love you guys! Thanks Katie for find­ing me on myspace. Rotten Rob! What’s up dude! Rob sent a handmade birthday card everybody! Special, just trying to figure out if he did the watercoloring or maybe one of his kids. Ha! Ha! Feathers in Kentucky, love ya! Jamie, thanks for the “boo-bees”. You have a great sense of humor! Can I get some real boo-bee shots, or at least cleavage? (Ducking here!) Sunshine Daydream, you are a truly special gal! Peace and Love to you too doll! Thanks to Nicole’s mom Chris who I’ve loved and adored for years! You know how crazy I am about your daughter. She’s the bomb and much of the reason I’ve been so successful as a blogger here on the net. Love you Sour Girl and Kat and thanks Mikey Crocker too!

Sue, aka gypsyadair, you truly rock! Loved the picture of you! But then again, you already KNOW that! Women with long, beautiful hair instantly steal my heart! Olga, you are “My Obsession” just as in the blog of the same name. A true blue beautiful fair haired maiden everyone! Olga is gorgeous and much appreciated as a friend and pen pal! Love you Jane, Lisa King (another knock-out blonde) and Rhianna. Thanks for the beer girlfriend and welcome to “Tales From The Cells!” She’s a new reader yall! And Jackie from the Austin Texas area, you KNOW I love you too girlfriend and you too have been with me from the beginning. If ever there was a totally cool, righteous, sweet lady on earth it’s you - FOR REAL! Love ya Moms! To Ms. Muppet and her sister Black Wolf, you two ladies are very sweet for send­ing cards and well wishes. Black Wolf, you’re hot too by the way now that I got to lay an eyeball on ya! And thanks to Lacey! I love and appreciate you all like you’ll never know! I had a WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY!

And if I missed anybody, please, please forgive me! To tell you the truth, my mind is still a bit befuddled by all the excitement! But believe me, you’re all like family to me and you truly give me a reason to live, thrive and persevere! This year on Tales From The Cells is going to be even bigger and better than the first! And too, again, I appreciate all of you nice men and women out there that acknowledge the goodness in the heart of Nicole who takes care of me on all this. Without her, none of this would be possible. If ever I get rich yall, I’ll throw a BIG party and you’ll all be invited! I’ll never, ever, from this day forward forget how each and every one of you made me “feel!” God bless your hearts! As I remain your loyal forever friend … and one crazy ass, sick and twisted, deranged and demented, womanizing sex maniac, been there/ done that BLOGGER FROM HELL! Tripper! Better Days to All!

The Big 5-0(Now Open)

Something hit me like a ton of bricks today. And that something is … I’ve suddenly gotten old. October the 18th, 2008, is my birthday. I just hit “The Big 5-0″. Don’t really “feel” fifty. If the truth were to be told, I still “feel” 18. I would loved to have been able to celebrate with a full catered affair. You know, a big ass party, strippers from Baby Doll’s and lots and lots of booze.Instead, I’ll just lie here on my cold steel bunk, reminiscing and day­dreaming of better days passed.

I was born before the age of color TV, compact discs and certainly before the invent of PC’s and the Internet. All we had was black and white, record players and one of those old fashioned dial telephones to communicate with friends from across the United States. With all the new technology in the world today, I guess I really do feel a little bit old. Bunnies were small rabbits Grandpa had out back in a pen, not the Playboy variety. Grass was mowed, not smoked and gas for daddy’s lawnmower wasn’t an issue. Because it was one of those kind you pushed by hand.

Some of my earliest memories as a young boy was my mother teaching me to tie my shoes, buying sodas at the barber shop for a dime and watching JFK’s funeral on TV. Oh how everyone in the Mansell family cried the day President Kennedy was assassinated. I’d just barely turned 5 years old. At age 6, the Beatles came to the U.S. and appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. At 7 there was a huge anti-Vietnam war march On Washington D.C. and a couple of months before I turned 11, an astronaut named Neil Armstrong set foot on the face of the moon. And yeah, I’m old enough that I remember it all.

At 12 I got my first pair of bell bottom jeans, I discovered the Edgar Winter group on 8-track and I french kissed my first girl. It was 1970 and I was starting to realize my body was changing; I was definitely well on my way to becoming a man. Even though I loved my family, I remember thinking to myself … man I can’t wait to grow up so I can get a job and move out on my own! I made good grades in school, I loved my country and I dreamed of buying my very first motorcycle. Peter Fonda in “Easy Rider” was my idol and I had a crush on Sally Struthers after sneaking into the movie theater to see “Five Easy Pieces,” rated R.

Yeah, I miss being a little kid. What’s the big attraction in being a grown up anyway? When I was young, I wanted to be an adult. And now that I’m an adult, all I want to do is be a kid again. Another thing, I used to wonder why all old guys chased young girls. Hell, when I was young, I always wanted an older woman. But now that I’m old, I see why old men want young girls for mates because they make them “feel” young again. I just wish I could go back to age 12, knowing what I know now, and start all over again. I guarantee you one thing. I would not be where I am today. I’d be free, have a job and be happily married for real!

As it stands today, my knees are starting to buckle and my pants won’t zip. I’m set in my ways and “good morning” is an oxymoron. My eyesight is going, my hearing sucks and a rocking chair is starting to look pretty darn good. Where women are concerned, well I just hope I’ll still remember how to have sex when I get out. Because I have exactly six more birthdays to serve in federal prison before they let me leave. All I can say is … thank God for industrial strength Viagra and women who like to ride reverse cowgirl! And surely the girls will still want me. Right? Who the hell knows!


Wish I’d never started drinking, smoking weed and doing drugs. All which led to my present situation of course. My kidneys have suffered and so have my lungs, and even my back from doing all that time in the state joint hoeing in the fields. Should have stayed in school, studied hard and went to college instead of choosing to attend the school of hard knocks. I should have listened to my grandma and pursued a career in music or became a doctor, lawyer or joined the military. Well, maybe not a lawyer. All those guys are crooked as hell. After age 12, shit just seemed to go downhill. Know what I mean?

Despite all my shortcomings however, I really don’t feel too bad about the way I lived my life. Sure, there are some regrets. But all in all, I had a hell of a lot of fun. I did stuff a lot of people will never get to do and I’ve met people I might never have met hadn’t I lived the lifestyle I chose to live.Like you for instance. All my friends and readers here on MySpace. With tears in my eyes I can honestly say to you all turning the big 5-0 hasn’t been that bad after all, thanks to real friends! That is one thing I’m just fully understanding in life now, and I’m the big 5-0. I’m Tripper! Better Days and upcoming birthdays to all!

So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It’s always the last day of summer and I’ve been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I’ll grant you I’ve had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by while they’re making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime, I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there’s almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door..

George Jung

** Wanted to let you all know I talked with Tripper on the phone early this evening. He was utterly floored with all the cards. He got 45 cards on Friday. There are another 15 on the way from a few late stragglers. He said he is going to get a sweatshirt and stock his locker with food and hygiene, and get that new pair of reading glasses he’s been needing for so long. None of it possible without ALL of you. This turned out absolutely fantastic. I’m so proud of all of you readers and friends who took the time out of your day to send a card, a gift, a better days. Tripper very emotionally told me that this was the best birthday he’s ever had, and asked me to thank all of you that send cards. He will be doing a thank you blog very soon he says. He spent all day yesterday from mail call until he fell asleep looking through the cards, and then today re-reading them all. You did good guys, you really really did! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, it has meant a lot to me as well that you would all come together like this. Incredible!!

One more thing to ask of you. Tripper has never had a blog hit the number one spot in the life category (or any other category for that matter). Please pass this around, read it twice, tell your friends, let’s get this to number 1!! We have a hard act to beat with Miss Stephanie; she is usually always number 1. Thanks guys, thank you all! Be Good and Be Well………Tripper’s Rep, Nic

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