Yup that's right. I got busted. I was driving down the street high as a motherfucker and a pistol on my waistband. But then I saw a group of cops in the corner after a intersection and I thought they did not see me. But then one of the patrol cars began to follow me down the street. They turned on the lights and I knew I could either pull over or run. Well actually I did both of those things. I quickly slammed down on the gas pedal and went through a street. I jumped out and booked it down the street. I jumped a yard going over a fence and through the yard. i jumped there fence and I was at the other street. I booked it and hid beheind one of the cars. I saw another patrol car cut a quick right and head down the street that I was on.

He had his lights on bright and he was looking for me. I layed down completely still beheind a car and saw the lights pass the car. I still didn't move because I knew he had to turn around since this street was a dead end. As I said he made his way back and this time he stopped. He got out and then shined his light in my direction. I was hoping the blackness of the night would hide me from his gaze. I began to panic and got super worried. I then got up slowly and then booked it down the street away from the cop. He shot his taser and it hit me causing me to collapse to the sidewalk below me. I was twitching and saw the cop approach me. He put his boot on my back and then applied the handcuffs. i tried to move around trying to find some way to get out of this. But there was no hope for me, I was forced to give up. I then was thrown in the back seat of the patrol car and I looked around the car for a way out. I then was taken to jail where they made me go through the normal procedure. They took my name, and then I took my mug shot. I made sure to look angry as they took my photo as the normal shot we are not supposed to be happy. I then spent my next three days at that jail. I then was transferred into the prison where I had to wait a week before my trail would take place.

I looked outside the bus as it slowly approached the massive prison structure. It was a High Security Prison since they had me for drug possession, possession of a firearm and possession of narcotics. Also fleeing from the cops. It was not looking good for me at this point. I then made my way to a concealed room where they gave me my things and told me where I was staying. It was in C block and I made my way down a shorter hallway and took a right. Infront of me was a long line of new convicts coming in like I was. They made us strip down butt ass naked and then they made us cough. For you not knowing why they did this it was too make sure we didn't have any contraband in my ass. If you did you could not cough without feeling a lot of pain. We then made it down another hallway and then to all our sides were inmates heckling me. "Hey fresh meat you punk bitch can't wait to see you". Things of that caliber. I even had one wink at me, for god's sake. I made my way to the second level which was on a scaffolding. I got inside and another inmate shortly followed me inside as well. I threw my things down on the bottom bed and he threw his on the top. I started to introduce myself to him.

"My name is Frankie good to meet you man". A small smile was formed on his face and he said "My name is Tony, why are you at this place? What did you do?" Being completely green to the prison I was honest with my answer which didn't really matter much since he was new to it all as well, which I learned in the following days. I said "I'm here for Possession of Drugs, Possession of a Firearm and fleeing from the police. Yourself?" He cleared this throat before answering. "Murder". I nodded my head knowing I am now bunking with a convicted murder. But he did not give the persona of a murderer. He was 5'11 145 lbs and was scrawny. He also wore a set of round black glasses. I jumped in the bunk and wondered how long I had to stay here. I tried to fall to sleep but my mind was racing with possibilities to happen to me in prison. I just knew I had to make some freinds in here. Being alone is not a good way to go. But then I finally cleared my head from thousands of thoughts and I drifted off to slumber.

The next morning I woke up early around six am in the morning. I then laid down the bed and then waiting another hour there before the doors opened and we are let out for our time in the yard. The yard was dominated by gangs, that were either black, asian, hispanic or run by the Italians. There was a few mob figures in this prison as well. I decided to sit down at the bleachers and ponder on my defense for my trial that was supposed to take place in a week. But then I was approached by a large muscular black freind and his friend who was also black. They told me there gang owned this area and to get off there turf. I ignored them and looked away from them. Then the man angrily began to threaten me and saying he would beat the shit out of me if i didn't leave this area. I got up from the bleachers and did a flying kick that landed on the man's jaw he went to the ground and he was unconscious. His friend threw a haymaker at me and I ducked underneath the strike. I slammed my fist into his torso and in pain he lunged his body forward a little. This left him vulnerable for a attack and I drove my knee to his face and he dropped to the ground as well. I then booked it down to the other side of the yard. I saw a group of white guys and i hanged with them. I sat next to them and we began to chat/ Not but a few mere seconds later a alarm was set off and we were put into lockdown. About then guard ran out into the yard and they told everybody to get on the ground. We all did what we were told. I leaned my back against the wall beheind me and I smiled. I knew why this was happening and it was because of me. 

They threw me in the hole for this and I sat in darkness for two weeks. That's when I met Darry who was here for a long time. He was wanted for four accounts of armed robbery. That is a forty year sentence. A long ass time and that long can drive a weak minded man mad. He looked to be in his early 30's and had brown curly hair. We chatted a lot since there was literally nothing else to do. He then began to grow a liking to me and told me about this plan. He was going to attempt to get out of here and he needed another man for the job. I waited a few seconds before answering him. I was not sure of the risk was better than the reward . Then I told him to come to me next week and I will have a answer. We both got out of the whole and they took me to see the warden. They told me I just extended my time by two years and I was going to be here for nine years. I was fuming with rage and I got off my chair and went up to the judge. I was then thrown to the ground and forced back to my seat but this time in handcuffs. I went back to the yard and then saw Darry hanging out with a group of his freinds. I approached them and he introduced me to the whole gang. 

Angel was a shorter Mexican inmate who had a bald head as we all did. He was wearing a beanie. He was in here for killing his girlfriend and her parents. He had a bunch of face and neck tattoos. 

Dexter was a amazing thief and was in here for robbery. He had short blonde hair. He was notorious in the prison for getting contraband and getting it into the prison. He had skills

Arnold is a late 40's white male the same height as me. He is in here for indecent exposure and breaking/entering. 

Yusif was a Russian inmate who was in here for a string of charges ranging from distributing narcotics to murder.

The team had potential of pulling this off and I gained hope of this working. For the next month we planned matically and put the plan into motion. We began to dig a hole from all our cells and out to freedom. We made sure to hide the whole under our bed. So we just moved the bed out of the way when we needed to work again. Also easier to keep from the guards who sometimes got curious of me. But we took shifts, one person would work for a hour and the other would be the lookout. This worked pretty smoothly and we only had to stop for a few hours sometimes if the CO's were making there rounds. I then took a rest after twelve hours of constant shoveling with a group of plastic spoons. it left me in a sweat bath. I then got into bed quickly to make sure they saw me sleeping for the night rounds. If they thought anything was out of the norm this whole plan could go down the drain! I then fell into a deep sleep. 

I woke up the next day and I had hope. I knew our escape plan was incredibly close too it being finished. Most of the wholes were mostly finished and all we needed know is some wire cutters. We needed a inmate who was in the metal shop to get us the cutters. But this kinda went into Plan B when I was approached by Arcibaldo 'Buster' De Robertis who was a mob boss in Tampa, Florida. i began too do small jobs for him. I went too this kid named Donatello and he owed Archibaldo a bunch of money from a gambling game. He did not even pay them and he promised too pay the boss back. But of course he never had the money and never was able to pay him back. So I was given time to do my business and I was given a makeshift shiv. I found him in the showers and he was leaving the showers with his towel on. I then threw myself into him and he flew back into one of the walls. I threw my arm back and repeatedly stabbed him in the torso till he collapsed to the ground. I then grabbed the shiv and put it into my pants to hide it. I then ran away and went back to grab my food. As soon as i sat down, I heard the alarm go off knowing it was because of the act I just did. We were forced to go on the ground as the correctional officers swarmed the areas.

We then were forced back into our cells and then we went into lockdown. We were in lockdown for two days before we went into our normal lives. Then I went too Archibaldo and told him that the deed was done. He congratulated me and invited me into his cell area. It was the fanciest cell I have ever seen. There was a huge table, nice furniture and a huge kitchen. He had a nice bed, it seemed like a normal house. I sat down on the table and I was offered the nicest meal I have ever seen in prison. It was a bunch of noodles and we had a lot of bread as well. It was so delicious. He then started to talk to me about business. He needed to extort some kid who was weak and he had a bunch of contraband and he refused to give any of it to anyone. I was given a lock and he told me to go down to the gym. There there was a middled aged man named Francesco 'The Duck' Vicini​​​​​​​. ​​​​​​​He was a rat as well and he was super dangerous. I approached him and swung the lock into the back of his head. He awkwardly fell to the ground and the I slammed the lock down on him over and over till he was a inch away from death. I then walked away from this and I knew I did not have to run from this. Arcibaldo owned this place and he could bribe cops off. Hell he had half of the whole payroll under his thumb. I made my way back to his room and he gave a huge italian greeting. He then sat me down saying he could get me out of this. he already knew about how I was going too try to escape this. He said it was a stupid idea because the cops would shoot to kill as soon as they got under the fence. I then made sure I agreed because I did not want to get killed if there was a easy way to get out of here.

He then talked to one of the judges and then he took away most of my years off my sentence. I then only had one year left on my sentence and then I was ready too do whatever the boss said whenever he said it. I never asked any questions and I did what I was told. Then a year went by then I was given my life back, freedom was there. My girlfriend was there too pick me up. I was so happy, I got a huge hug. I threw my things in the back of the car and we left. After this I made sure I never went to a place like this. I began to do things smarter and I was calculated with my crimes. I then ran with the mob and with people like Joseph_Ligambi and Capazzo. My life changed for the best. I was grateful.