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and crowded him. I was hammering his face with right left piston combos and felt the side of my head take Psycho’s punches for a second as I buried Trigger in the corner where the vestibule closed moments ago. Trigger went down under my barrage but popped back up and ran at me in a tackle that temporarily took my balance. I regained my footing and again reached his chin and eyes with a longer reach and sped up the velocity of right left straight combinations. The sound of a block gun pierced my adrenal survival bubble, “BOOM!” and I realized gas was burning my eyes.
     
     
    The sound of the vestibule door opening came next and I bear hug-grappled Trigger in tight to me to turn him where I needed him. It gave me a chance to see Damon still fighting Psycho. I looked up to again to see the guard in the tower pointing a gun at me. I couldn’t tell if it was another block gun or rifle and kept Trigger in the line of fire as much as I could and felt the blast of pepper spray from my right. The Gooners were in the vestibule spraying pepper spray and yelling, “GET DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!”, and I dove toward them on my stomach. Trigger came after me but was met by a torrential amount of pepper spray and blindly fell to the ground. I stomach crawled in a circle to face Trigger and saw Damon on the ground in the middle of the vestibule. He was painted orange from pepper spray and it looked like Psycho was done fighting and laying flat on his stomach near the inside of the building. An army of guards from other buildings were at the gate and rushed in. I felt a number of them stand on my lower body, back and the back of my neck while my arms got yanked behind me and up for handcuffs. A swarm of new guards arrived and I felt a few swings from Billy clubs hit my shoulders to make sure I was done fighting. I watched guards handcuff Trigger, then Damon, then Psycho.
     
     
    There were over 20 prison guards with the 4 Gooners keeping Damon and I separated from Trigger and Psycho. Then the gym alarm went off. I felt a couple of guards force me to the ground and got down on my stomach again. The Gooners adapted and stayed to watch us while the other guards ran to the gym. Watching them run it was a joke how out of shape they were compared to the inmates. The noise from one block gun exploding after the other filled the air, with repeated microphone enhanced yelling, “GET DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!
     
     
    The gym warriors weren’t stopping. We heard yelling, screaming and war noises from the combatants. It sounded like thunder, than another block gun, then the microphone, “LIVE ROUNDS COMING NEXT!”
     
     
    The action kept going for another minute with two live rounds fired. We stayed on our stomachs for four more hours while over 50 guards and Gooners negotiated 16 Whites and 50 something Mexicans to the Hole-Ad-Seg.
     
     
    A few minutes later we were lifted up and walked to the Sally-Port gate. On the way to the Hole-Ad-Seg I thought about things. Since we handled the war in the vestibule, nobody else could see the action. That should make it easier for Popeye to iron things out with the newest Shot caller for the Mexicans. I knew he wouldn’t bend, so we might be seeing him, or hearing he was in the hole with us in the coming months. Then I thought about how the U.S War on Drugs was just building bigger criminals where drug diseased souls were being bred into displaced alienated souls who survived by violence where in prison it seemed the only way. Lately, I always ask God, what should I do, my answer from Him is to write about it. As the hour glass turns, these, are the prison days of our lives.

Lock Up Diaries
     
     
    Chapter 1
    The state bus had 42 California prisoners in it bouncing with every bump on dilapidated shocks. I, who answered to B.J, was like the rest of the prisoners fighting for a more comfortable way to sit handcuffed at the wrist to waist chains with feet locked at the ankles in more chains. The constant