Loud and Clear 5/27/09
Greetings! I guess I can start this with the most exciting portions of my
past week. Friday while kicked back writing a letter to Heather, I
was disturbed by an officer coming up the stairs. I seen he had a
pipe chase key in his hand to shut off the water to the toilet. This
is to keep us from flushing contraband. Well, I knew right away,
shake down time. When I seen him look towards my end of the run.
Well just great! Then when he opened my pipe chase I uttered, "man
what the fuck?". To which his response was, "special shake down",
meaning that the higher ranks sent them to my cell due to some form
of information they have received. So I was stripped out and taken
to a legal booth cage, then stripped out again by a rank. They then
stood there lookin at me until the metal detector chair could be
rolled down the hall. It is a chair that you sit in and it detects
if there is any kind of metal object on you. Well, I am just in
boxer shorts when I left my cell. So the only way that I could have
had something is if it was 'inside' of me. That was the whole point
of the chair. Well I sit in the chair. Nothing! I put my face on the
platform, to detect anything in my mouth. Still nothing. Well they
put me back in the cage and come back and at the same time
commissary officer was asking me about my ice cream, as we got
commissary on Friday. She wanted to know if I wanted it in the booth
or to credit my account, as if they put it in my cell, it could
melt. I look at the rank and I can just tell by the amount of
officers, I ain't going back to my cell. So I say, "what's up?" he
said, "got to make another trip!" so I ask, "medical?" he replied in
the affirmative. So I just told the lady to put it in my cell. I got
stripped out again and then off to medical I go. They x-rayed me
twice! Once while laying down and once while standing up, to see if
I had anything 'inside' of me.An inmate here had a cell phone up his ass & the chair didn't
detect it, but the x-ray of course did. This is why they started
using the x-ray machine. Now after the x-ray's get processed they
hang them up and the rank and nurse are standing there debating why
they couldn't find anything in me. I stated, "Look, I ain't about to
stick nothing up my ass. Nothing is worth that much to keep!". This
of course brought a round of giggles and smirks from the officers.
The nurse then asks me, "so what do you got?" I said, "I ain't got
shit! If I did I wouldn't hide it up my ass, ya'll ain't about to
have me out here pulling nothing out of my ass pointing and giggling
at me." Well after all that they finally let me go back to my cell.
They also x-rayed all my property. They have this machine here that
is like an airport screener that has a belt fed system. So back to
my cell I go to unpack all my stuff and well, I didn’t until today,
so my cell looked like a tornado hit it. :) These people was really
convinced I had something. Maybe it was just random. Inmates have
hidden things inside them for ages. It is called "keestering" it.
Hey, to each his own, but homie don't play that! As for the x-ray, I
don't consider it to be really out of line. I don't like the x-rays,
as I don't want to be exposed to that. The nurse told me it is
harmless. I somehow doubt that medical x-ray's don't add up to some
harmful amount. Anways. A prison does have to maintain security. So
I can understand it. But when they do it all the time, that is
something else. I have only been x-rayed twice though. But I never
been caught with anything 'in' me, so I really don't think it's fair
they go that route. You can read about the guy that got caught with
the cell phone in him. Just look up "x-ray turns up cell phone".Anyways. Still no word on my case, though several recent rulings
out of America's top court, The United States Supreme Court, are
helpful to my case! So that is good. I haven't smashed on the system
so much lately, as well, to be honest I am nervous to. :) I ain't
trying to piss anyone off as far as judges and etc. c/s. But there
is a case out of Pennsylvania. Two judges there was removed from the
bench for sending kids to juvenile prison camps for profit. They was
getting paid and it's said, made millions off of sending hundreds of
kids to prison camps for kids. They fucked off all them kids lives
for some money. Now in America we look at judges as "THE LAW". A
judge is the closest thing to a dictator America has. After all, it
was the court that decided the election of Bush and Gore. Now it's
not fair to look at judges themselves in a negative manner. But they
are human just as lawyers and prosecutors are. Most judges, if not
all, are defense lawyers or prosecutors before they become a judge.
Alot of defense lawyers started out as prosecutors, which can be
good training experience. One judge was in the news for using a
penis pump while sitting on the bench conducting court! :) I swear!
People would hear a weird pumping noise and noone could figure it
out until an assistant stumbled across the penis pump. (To those not
knowing what that is, it's a cylinder that a guy put's on him and
squeezes a pump. It is supposed to help increase size.) I mean that
is out there! I just can't imagine some old judge sitting on the
bench during court using one of these! :) Hahaha Damn it! Another
judge in El Paso Texas was recently removed from office by the U.S.
Marshal for some sex offense. Like using his capacity as a judge to
try to gain sexual favors. There was even an article in Newsweek
recently titled "when judges go bad". ("I wanna know" by Joe is on
the radio. That's one of my favorite R&B love songs. Though I am
not really in the mood to be listening to songs like that.)Anyways. As for my d.v.d, well as of my last visit with my sister
Christy, she reported that the other videos to be placed on it was
received by her and sent to Vera so that the d.v.d can FINALLY get
finished. To be honest, several times I have thought about saying to
hell with it and cancel the damn thing. Two freakin years I been
tryin to get the thing done!! :( I am not holding my breath that is
for damn sure. Vera has had the cases and design ready, just not the
videos. Now that she has them, hopefully finally all will be done.
There was much more I could have added to the book part. I actually
thought about doing that. But due to all the delays, I just want to
get it done. I will have the other parts that I was going to add
posted on my website. Part of the reason I didn't put all on the
disk, is I wanted to encourage those that order the disk that
haven't seen my site to actually visit it and read all my blogs and
etc. This way they can read up on my case and etc.Oh yeah Louise Driver, hey I got your letter but I can't make out
the complete address! I can't find your original e-mail that had the
address, so please send me your address, so I can get this letter
mailed to you! Thanks!Next subject. Music. I have mentioned songs several times here. I
can actually recall the exact moment I heard some of my favorite
songs. When I was a kid I was at my aunt Pam's house with my dad,
sister and twin brothers as well as an assortment of other relatives
from my dads side of the family. Well of my brothers, (Dino and
Dano, no lie that’s their names. :). ) I always felt closer to Dino.
He was always considered the compassionate one. Dano was the
asshole. Me and him have had a rocky past few years due to his
testimony against me. He had no facts on the murders, but the fact
is he got on the stand for the prosecution. I always felt it was
because he didn’t want to go back to jail and risk loosing this
trash he was with at the time. She is the one that Amber's statement
makes mention of her kids. Anyways. No D.A could ever get me on the
stand. c/s Back to the point. My dad had his truck radio blaring. I
was messing around with one of my cousins or something when 'Bad to
the Bone' by George Thurgood came on the radio. Dino yelled out,
"Bubba there's your song!" so I just took off running and climbed up
into my dads truck cab and twisted my head towards the speakers and
just listened to each word. Afterwards I just smiled from ear to
ear. :) ha Somehow I think that song had an impact on me. :) ha A
few years later while in the garage with my step father during the
winter working on something. I can’t exactly recall what but I do
recall bending over using a grinder on some assortment of metal,
when 'Shooting Star' by Bad Company came over the radio. I stood up
staring at the radio, listening to the song play. I actually never
knew who sang it until I got here!. The same sort of situation
played out to 'Simple Man' by Lynard Skynard. But that day I even
remember what I was wearing and the way I was standing. As the radio
was to my left when Bad Company came on, but it was on my right when
Simple Man came on. (different ways of course.) The radio never
moved until my step dad got rid of that garage and it always stayed
on the classic rock station. Now I am sure I heard these songs some
other time, but they never registered. I mean I actually froze while
listening to the song! I do got a unnatural ability to remember
things in detail, but it always amazed me that I can recall the
exact moment where I heard so many songs. I was sitting in front of
the t.v watching MTV in Gillette Wyoming when "Runaway Train" by
Soul asylum came on. I was 9! When I came back to Wyoming, I was
walkin around the trailer park where my dad lived with his
girlfriend, her daughter and my sister Christy, when a guy was
working on his radio. He was putting some house speakers into his
car and was trying to get them wired up. He was listening to
"Entersandman" by Metallica. First time I ever heard it. Sometimes I
like a song for the lyrics, sometimes for the beat or the voice. My
favorite female singer as far as lyrics and just her nature is
Miranda Lambert. As far as voice is by far Sugarland, with songs
like "Stay", "Come Home Soon" and etc. Well I'm not sure if she
sings 'Come Home Soon'. I haven't heard it in so long. But "Stay" is
better, as it's mainly just her voice. Reba McIntire (not sure how
to spell her last name) but I like the country twang in her voice. A
pair of OLD songs that always make me tear up is "Giddy up go" and
"Teddy Bear". Both are by Reo Sovine. I am just guessing on the
spelling of his last name but it sounds like Soulfine when they say
it on the radio. The songs are from the late 60's, early 70's. Way
before I was born. :) But if you can listen to those songs and NOT
have to wipe your eyes, something ain't right with ya. Anyways, I
had listed some songs I like to a friend and she pointed out that I
like mainly the lyrics of songs. I never even thought about it. But
she is pretty much right. I often wonder if my favorite songs are a
reflection of my psyche. I mean, I do like songs based on some sort
of manner that I can attach my self to it. Just like with the song
"Dear Momma" by Tupac. Those that don't know, he's a dead rapper.
Now parts of that song don't apply, but lots do. The basic theme of
it did. I mean my mom wasn't a crack fiene, not black and never been
on welfare! But other than that it's on point in most areas. One
thing I noticed is that "Dear Momma", "Simple Man" and "Shooting
Star" all involve a guy and his mom. When I was younger my mom was
always the most important person in my life. So I figure that is
what made those songs stand out so much.A side Note. My next few articles are going to be longer then
average as I am going to tie in parts that I was going to put in my
book. Life story stuff, favorite books, music and such. I know
Brandi, Regina and Christy are going to be cussing me out at all the
typing they are going to be doing. :) hahaAs I said, my sister Christy came to see me last week. Had a good
visit! I just got alot on my mind lately. Stress through the roof! A
highlight was that she mentioned one of my ex-girlfriends that had
located me. A girl I was with when I lived in North Carolina with my
dad and Christy. This of course brought up all kinds of stories and
people that Christy and I knew. I tried to be 10 years older then I
was, so I associated with older people. Which is how me and Christy
knew the same people. I thought it was pretty neat that Randi had
located me, as like three or four days before I had my visit with
Christy, I was talking about childhood war stories with my friend
Charles Raby. We was talkin about ex-girlfriends, wild nights and
the sort. He had mentioned some event that made me tell a story, one
of those, "man that reminds me of the time", kind of stories. He
mentioned some girl that was crazy or something. I think the base of
our stories was about girls that hit dudes. As the story I told
about Randi, was the time I was just out of my mind drunk in a motel
room. Well when she came in the room it was just me and two girls.
So I know how it might have looked to her, but it just so happened
that all the other dudes that was in the room had went outside. One
of those "perfect storms" kind of moments. Well she didnt like me
drinking. There was personal reasons that have to do with another
person. Anyways. There I was in a chair just toasted and she came in
the room calling my name. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a
"Myrtle Beach" t-shirt with a smile face calling my name. So I
replied. "Who the hell are you!?" Hey I thought the smile face was
calling me! Well as soon as I said that BAM! she hit me. After she
hit me, I shook my head, look up and said "Oh hey Randi!" She then
grabbed me by my hair and I guess you could say she helped me out of
the motel room. :) haha I of course repeated that same story and
many others while visiting Christy. I just thought it was neat as
I've been reading this book, "The Secret" and it talks about how
things get willed into exisitence. So it was neat, I was talking
about her and then she pops up. All the memories that came flooding
back! I used to get out of school and would walk her home along with
a couple of school friends. If I wasn't at her dads house, I was at
the Food Lion near my homeboy Robert's house. Well, minutes before
five I would take off running home. Thats it! Me and Charles was
talking about running as a kid and that led to stories about old
girlfriends and etc. Anyways. It amazes me now thinking back on it
how I could run at full speed from the Food Lion to my dads house.
That had to be a good two miles! It was the Food Lion in Kannapolis
North Carolina. My dads house was right off North Cannon Blvd.
across from the KFC. So if all that is still in the same place, I
guess google maps could tell the distance. The road I ran went right
in front of AL Brown high school. Anyways, I would run in the house,
jump on the couch and then a couple minutes later my dad would walk
in the door. O of course acted like I been there the whole time. :)
haha That made me just think about the arguements my sister Christy
and I used to have. :) ha I remember one time she told me to 'shut
up' as I kept saying some assorted word or another that was cool or
I thought to be at the time. ;) Well she started going off on me, so
I replied. "Yo chill out, your crimpin my style." she responded
with, "You ain't got no style, your a dumbass!" ;) haha! God ya
gotta love older sisters! While there were many highlights in my
life at that point, there was many dark moments as well. My
relationship with my father started getting even more chaotic. I was
associating with older more aggressive people. So I of course picked
up personality traits, well my dad was an abusive person. So I was
getting to the point to where I was getting tired of being a victim.
Then the event took place where my dad beat me with the 2x4 board.
(a two inch thick by two inch wide board.) All because of a school
prank. That single event had a profound effect on me. The next time
he put his hands on me, I fought back. I didn't see him again untill
I was 17. I tried to tell myself, "I only got one dad, he only knows
how to do what his dad done to him." but that event always popped
into my head. I was working with him. Well that didn't last long at
all. He fired me on my day off, over an arguement I got into with
Dano's girlfriend! Thats just the kind of idiot my dad was. Well I
was mad and he had been drinking, so I popped off and said something
and somehow my mom got brought up and he called my mom a bitch. So I
jumped to my feet and said "Don't talk about my mom like that". So
he got up and I started towards him. I mumbled, "I ain't a kid no
more". So he started towards me and he made some comment about " O
so you wanna be a tough guy". I just stopped and walked away and
yelled "Man fuck you!". I really wanted to just beat his ass that
day! My dad while older, wasn't weak. But I was worried about
killing him. I didn't feel like going back to jail. He had had two
heart attacks by this point, so when I started towards him I thought
"man I'm gonna beat his ass and he's gonna have a heart attack, then
I'm going to end up back in jail." So I just walked away. After that
I rode back with him and my brother and his chick to East Texas. I
didn't say a word really on the way back. I left my oldest sister's
wedding with Dino and Dano and went and got my car, came back to
watch my sister get married and then I left. I didn't see my dad or
sister's again untill court on this case.Back to North Carolina. Well during this time I was dealing with
the events of my dad and was facing a turning point in my life. Plus
I was not taking the A.D.H.D meds I had been ,as a kid, taking for
years. So when I ended up back at my mom's, here in Texas, I wasn't
trying to hear what my step father was talkin about, or my mom for
that matter. I ran away a few times and then ended up beginning my
journey through the juvenile system. I think really, I just became
aware! When my dad done what he done with that board, I became aware
that I had been a victim far too many times. The shit I dealt with
from my step dad and my real father. I just became aware of it all.
I think my mom caught some of the blame as she's the one that had me
with my father and she was the one married to my step dad. That's
how I looked at it. She no longer could control me which is how I
ended up in the placement which led me going to T.Y.C. The
prosecutor tries to use my juvenile record against me. Well what
they never pointed out, it was my own mom that got me sent to
juvenile, because there's no way she could have controled me. And to
be honest I wasn't even mad when she took me to the police station.
As we were on our way back from Louisiana where I had just been
arrested in a stolen car with two others. Me and another kid took
his step mom's car, along with my girlfriend at that time, Tasha.
Well my step dad told my mom to do something with me, but not to
bring me back home. When she told me this, it only set me off even
more. My thinking was, okay make HIS ass leave! Well by the time we
got to the police station, I had told her I would rather be locked
up then live with them. I even tried to jump out of the truck. I
told the cop, when he told me they was taking me to juvenile, 'I
don't give a shit!'. Well after two weeks of being locked in that
damn cell, I changed my mind and wanted to go home. :) ha. Something
about jail sure does make that happen. I was doing good. Everything
was alright on the home front, untill two dudes I was with broke
into a neighbor's house. I stayed outside. I didn't go in the house,
as my probation officer told me I was going to go to T.Y.C if I got
into anymore trouble. Well the IDIOTS I was with showed their mom
the stuff they stole or something like that. My mom found out and
somehow or another a cop ended up at my house. I ended up going to
juvenile lock up for that. I was riding in the cop car and the cop
told me, "your buddies blamed you for everything." I said "yeah
thats what you all say!". Well the cop replied "No. I am serious. I
am not trying to get you to snitch. Your buddies really did blame
everything on you!". So I just said, "well, who had the most stuff?"
and we took the rest of the trip in silence. That was Dec. 15, 1997.
I will get into my journey through the juvenile system in greater
detail in another article. This one is getting too long! :) A side
note is that everytime I got in trouble with others, I always ended
up being the only one that didn't say anything! So who get's the
worse of the deal? Your's truely!This article has covered shake down's, ex-girlfriend's, favorite
song's, juvenile chaos and child abuse. Needless to say, it's been
all over the place. It's kind of like me I guess. I just go with the
flow and adjust as it comes at me. I didn't mean to sit down and
make this as long as I did. But when I started, I just got in the
mood to keep going. O well. Anyways, I need to wrap this up so I can
get some letters ready to go out. Tune in next week. I leave as I
came. Peace out!Respectfully,Clinton Young #999447
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