Texas

"Untitled" © By Adam Ormand My name is Adam, my friends call me Thumper, I'm 38 years old, I have been locked down for half of my life. I have been free, but seem to find my way back into this hell hole! I will say this for all you young men and even young ladies, this isn't cool, this isn't what's happening. If you think you will come in here and it be a glamorous situation like you might see in videos or movies, I got news for you, this is REALITY and there is not one damn thing fun about this. You might ask, then what the hell am I doing back in here? Because I didn't give a fuck when I was younger, whatever happened, happened and I rolled with the punches, I wasn't the rule, I was the exception to the rule.... I started slingin' dope when I was 14 years old, I thought nothing serious just a little weed. Then I started jackin' most of the times I didn't even use a gun, I would strong arm with nothing more than my hands and feet. As I said I was an exception, because I was very good with my hands and feet. By the time I was 16 I was making acid(LSD), then when I was 17 years old, I was snitched on for selling dope at school. The detectives came and pulled me out of biology class, shook down my locker and someone had put some shit in my locker. To this day, I still believe it was the police that did it to get me, because I was pretty elusive. This was a small town in north Texas, so everyone knew me VERY well. I fled back to my home state of Oklahoma, to go live with my dad(my mom and dad divorced when I was 7 years old). My father never abused me or my two older brothers, but he would beat the living hell out of my mom when he would get drunk. I watched all this. I also watched my mom shoot his ass as well, for her own protection, but it went from my mom being abused to us kids being abused, because my mom met this dude and they ended up getting married. We moved to California, he was good to my mom, but he couldn't stand me or my brothers. Many, many times he beat me till I literally had bleeding welts on my legs. My brothers were quite a few years older he would put his fist on them, finally my brothers got tired of it and so did mom. He hit one of my brothers one night, then it set it off. I was twelve years old then, when he turned on my oldest brother I picked up an old glass Dr. Pepper bottle full of soda and hit him up side his head. When he came to it was my brother with a gun in his face. So we packed up and moved back to Texas we struggled like hell but momma held down two jobs and my brothers quit school to help out with the bills with jobs. So back to when I was 17, I didn't know shit about my dad other than I knew he was remarried with two baby boys. I hadn't seen him in 7 years. I didn't know where else to go when the laws had me surrounded. When I broke and ran, I got back to my house got a few clothes and caught a ride to the bus station. I was not planning on living with my dad when I got to Oklahoma, but I ended up living with him that is where the real trouble began... I was running with my cousin, I had not seen since I was a kid. Another cousin had got me a good job working in the court house doing land appraisal. This was 1984, I was at that time making $8 an hour which was excellent money back then especially for a 17 year old kid. I have always been big for my age. Even though I was screwing up, I always had a job and I played football all through my school years. If it wasn't for them two things there I believe I would have been in more trouble then what I got into. When I was coming home from work one night, I stopped for gas. While I was filling up the tank a sports car pulls up, this long legged red head gets out and asked me if I would not mind paying for her gas when I went inside as she was in a hurry. I said sure, so she hands me the cash. When I come back out, she is in her car and pulls around and rolls down her window and tells me heres my number I will be home in about two hours give me a call. So I didn't even think twice about it, I get home and then I go ahead and call. So the girl tells me, my name is Kim, I said my name is, she said I know what it is, without me saying anything. She invites me to come over, now keep in mind this is a 28 year old lady. When I get to her apartment, she answers the door in a neglige you could see right through it. She put that sex on me and when we were through, she asks me "would you be willing to let my room-mate join us when she comes home. I could only think I had done died and gone to heaven. Well her room-mate turned out to be a very beautiful Indian girl. We did our thing and they asked me would I pay for the fun I just had? I said hold up man, I don't have no cash she said no, I'm just asking you would you be willing to pay for something like this if you had the money. Shit it was good, hell yeah!! Well that's when I was told that both Kim and Myra were both "ESCORT" ladies, and furthermore Kim was the head girl in the stable of 22 women that worked for a dude out of Chicago named Papa Howard. The truth was told to me then that Howard owns a bail bonding company right across the street from the court house and they could see everyone coming in and leaving. I have a very extensive family in this town in Oklahoma. My father is very well known as "Crazy Ray". Uncles and cousins, alot have ties with the dope game and back years ago moon shine. So this was not unusual at all. When they learned my last name and who my dad was it intrigued Howard because he had done business with my father many years ago as well as older half brothers and other relatives. I was offered a job as a body guard and driver for these ho's. It all started with just weekends, then it became full time. At the time you couldn't tell me shit, I was carrying a 44 mag. and would not even hesitate to cap your ass. If you fucked with the women I was guarding and driving, my orders were to shoot and ask questions after. Most of the clients were politicians from southern states around Oklahoma, but I thought I was on top of the world. I was getting all the tail a 17 year old could handle, dressed in suits, drove a different car every day from his car lot, then I met Paula... Paula was a 16 year old beauty queen. My cousin called me and asked me to go smoke a joint with him and ride to pick his girl up from school, so I go and here comes Paula with Karen. She was a little bitch for the initial meeting, but when we got to her house she gave me her number and said to call her. We began dating and getting somewhat serious my dad still didn't know what I was doing, he thought I still worked at the court house I had quit that job two months earlier. Paula knew what I was doing. Dad found out and told me to stay away from Howard and the crew, I basically told him to go fuck himself. I moved into Paula's house with her mom. I took Paula to dinner to meet Howard one night, well behind my back Kim had done put her claws into my baby girl and she turned her out. Had her turning tricks while I was out with them girls at night. My chick told me she had gotten a job at one of Howard's restaurants as a waitress, but when she would not give me no loving for nearly two weeks, she broke down and told me and showed me a shoe box full of 100 bills. She said she was doing it for us for our future. Well I told her don't say shit to your mother, because these people are dangerous and the first thing she does is fuckin' tell her mother. I come home from work and she has some cops at the house she done filed child prostitution charge on Howard. I gave her some advice if you want to live drop the charges cause I done seen what they will do, just leave it alone. Paula and I ended up being married and moving with her father to Wichita Falls Texas. It lasted about three months, then it was over. I come back to my hometown and within two weeks of being back I was introduced to methamphetamines. Was running with a friend of my brothers that was making the shit, so I had my hands all in tied up in as much as I wanted or needed. Then I was introduced to that needle and that was when there was no looking back.... I started jacking even more. God was looking out for quite a few people, because there was countless times that I was actually planning to kill m'fers and then something happened to change the plan. Like in 1989 when I jacked this cat for his mustang, he didn't know me at all, met me at a party and asked me to score for him. I had dope in my pocket, we go outside and he said we can set in his car, when I seen his car. I said man I got to re-up, can you carry me? He agreed cause he was a dope fiend and needed a fix. He was a little rich kid that had it all handed to him. I planned to take him to the river, cap his ass and take off in the ride. As I said earlier, I didn't give a fuck about no one or nothing. I had already been to prison once at that point and had just gotten out but was already on the run from the law after doing some jackin' and burglaries. I went back to prison shortly there after and got out in 1991. I was minding my own biz, had a job but I was selling dope, just not using none. Dude I had known nearly my whole life offered me a ninja(legal) for an ounce of coke and $500 cash, I told him no problem. Gave him the coke and told him I would have the cash in a few days. He leaves the bike and about two days after, I come home and my chick tells me the laws were here looking for me. The dude had turned in the bike stolen. I returned the bike and told him you can pay for the coke later, just drop the charges. He did, but the state picked up the charges and I got 25 years for that. I got out again in 1993. I went totally straight, I opened up my own tattoo shop, got married was drug free, didn't sell or use. Was late for a home visit for my parole officer in February 1995, they revoked my parole. I have been in prison since February 1995, on parole violation. I have spent the last 6 years of that in administrative segregation(solitary confinement) for being a member of the Mafia, in which I am no longer a member of, but I was involved with the family since 1987. No I didn't snitch, I don't believe in that AT ALL, but I do believe in people wanting to straighten their lives out. I have been out of it for nearly three years now. I was not someone that just decided to get out, I was one of the top ranking members of the family. I am not the only one that decided to get their life on track. I was basically allowed to retire, which is unusual by family standards, but all the work I had put in and the shit I had been through, plus I have been battling cancer for the past three years. To all you kids out there, think real long and hard before you make any commitments or before you decide to commit a crime. Because man this is not the life, I have been stabbed 17 times, I have been shot once(luckily) and I have been beaten half to death(being clicked on). Not just because I was a member of another family, but also because I was white. I don't hate no men because of his race, even after what all I have been through, but if you are white and coming to prison, boy you best be prepared. Because whites are the minority in Texas prisons. Even if you are black, or Hispanic your own kind are going to "try" you, but it won't be as severe as a white kid coming in because that white kid is going to have to fade black, Hispanic and sometimes even white depending on if you have pieces of shit white dudes around you. As I stated I am not the rule I was an exception to the rule. I can honestly say I have never been beat toe to toe with no one in or out of prison, but I was blessed with people in the world that taught me fightin' skills growing up. I have seen this place flip all the way over, it's not getting better it's getting worse. All that shit you see on TV about Gangsta life, man that's TV. You want to live that life? You are gonna wind up in one of two places, in a coffin or in prison. Yeah you might get away with it for a while, but the gangster life and crime is a short lived life. It can't be carried on man, any professional, thief, drug dealer, pimp, bank robber, you name it. It breaks my heart to see 17 and 18 year old kids coming to prison with 25 and 50 years aggravated, for murder, or assault for robbery. Man on a 50 year sentence if you are 17 you won't be guaranteed parole but you will be reviewed in 25 years. You would be 42 years old just when you see them. Look at me, 11 years for a parole violation and I'm still here, with no disciplinary cases in 9 years and a trusty line class. I have a chance to make a difference. My cancer is in remission, I will discharge my sentence next year in 2006. It don't stop when I walk out the doors. If I can help just one of you kids find your way back to the right path then my goal has been accomplished. Just stop and weigh your options, if you find yourself in a fucked up situation, go to any church. I don't care where, that chaplain will give you some form of guidance or send you where you can get help..