kronicred
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Ive met hundreds through prison lol but on a serious note look up these names Indiana
Joshua Vest
Michael Moler
Both were dimcap. A lot are.
Later if I get more time I'll tell some stories but because of my need to "pay rent." I need to get to work.
Try not to murder anyone today😄
Joshua killed his Father. I did time with Joshua in the 90s. He was 17 when committed his offense, and I believe he turned 18 while I was in there with him.
I had a paperback book he had signed for me and wrote a poem on the front page for a long time but of course law enforcement made sure I lost it when they re-arrested me.
That's the thing about getting locked up it's a type of death all your property gets gone and your whole life is destroyed.
Back to Josh he was a cool kid we played chess I always take up a type of mentoring role when I end up locked up. Josh would slip me some of his good psych meds which would knock me out for a day or two and keep me from being in jail for a moment anytime you sleep is an escape.
Josh was slightly overweight probably about 5 9 or 5:10 probably to send it from native Americans at some point he had dark hair and it was long and straight and a wisp of a mustache.
I'm just trying to tell the story like I remembered in case anyone's interested.
He didn't cause any problems in jail he mostly took his psych meds and slept on a regular pattern.
I enjoyed sharing my snacks with him and teaching him how to play chess.
He was unassuming and very polite.
So apparently he killed his father over abuse is the story, and if I remember right his grandmother walked in and discovered the crime and he shot and killed her too.
Getting old sucks because I left out the part that he had a rifle I believe it was a single shot and bolt action.
Probably did 3 months in a cell with him.
Apparently Michael was in a group home and these are the words from his own lips because I was in a jail cell with him.
"She turned into a witch red, lightning was shooting out of her hair and she floated up out of her wheelchair at me.
I didn't know what to do so I hit her with the beer mug."
Michael was left alone in the group home with another resident in elderly lady in a wheelchair.
The good old folks that ran the group home just decided to take off to the grocery and leave Michael there by himself in charge of another resident with the metal capacity of an 11-year-old.
Some outstanding citizen had given Michael some ephedrine pills and Michael had taken a bunch in the day before and ended up in the hospital with a stomach ache and of course they treated it and they released him but he was still wigging on the damn pills when he was left.
I guess that combined with Michael's mental illness caused him to start hallucinating at which point Michael picked up a beer stein and literally crushed that woman's skull with it.
Then ran away and hid in some bushes until the police showed up later.
At which point Michael exited the bushes and turned himself in.
Michael was so simple he couldn't play chess he could not grasp it at all.
He heard voices and cried a lot and would come to me crying telling me the voices wouldn't shut up in jail you know.
I would talk to Michael and read the Bible to him and generally console him and get his mind off of the voices tell him things like that stuff don't mean shit bro don't listen to that that's just the devil trying to get you to do bad things and it seems that when putting those simple terms it would calm him.
I've never been well liked in that county and the jailers at least a couple of them had prepared the population for my arrival Michael being one of them but being so simple he could not hate me.
He was good enough to tell me how the jailers had brought the newspaper up, and let everyone know that I was coming.
The results of that were another year in prison for the closed head injury I gave another inmate that attempted to confront me about anything I had done previously to entering the jail.
Yes I'm big I'm ugly and I'm fucking deadly a tobacco cutter ginseng Hunter general outdoorsman and that's just how it is no bragging no bullshit probably a throwback to a different time.
Anyways Michael was also molested by the jailer I'd forgotten that part her name was Kristina Bozell
And if you look up her name in Jefferson county Indiana you'll see that she freed and inmate she was having relations with before he was supposed to be freed.
There's my evidence to back up what I'm saying about her Michael said kissed him when she took him to the doctor. That's his words.
I have a plethora of stories I can tell of murderers and the type I spent years in prison and I'm not unintelligent and I thought someday I might write a book if my heart lets me live long enough.
Joshua Vest
Michael Moler
Both were dimcap. A lot are.
Later if I get more time I'll tell some stories but because of my need to "pay rent." I need to get to work.
Try not to murder anyone today😄
Btw ICP songs seem to quell the urge to do violence to others. Find your silly release too.Ive met hundreds through prison lol but on a serious note look up these names Indiana
Joshua Vest
Michael Moler
Both were dimcap. A lot are.
Later if I get more time I'll tell some stories but because of my need to "pay rent." I need to get to work.
Try not to murder anyone today😄
Joshua killed his Father. I did time with Joshua in the 90s. He was 17 when committed his offense, and I believe he turned 18 while I was in there with him.
I had a paperback book he had signed for me and wrote a poem on the front page for a long time but of course law enforcement made sure I lost it when they re-arrested me.
That's the thing about getting locked up it's a type of death all your property gets gone and your whole life is destroyed.
Back to Josh he was a cool kid we played chess I always take up a type of mentoring role when I end up locked up. Josh would slip me some of his good psych meds which would knock me out for a day or two and keep me from being in jail for a moment anytime you sleep is an escape.
Josh was slightly overweight probably about 5 9 or 5:10 probably to send it from native Americans at some point he had dark hair and it was long and straight and a wisp of a mustache.
I'm just trying to tell the story like I remembered in case anyone's interested.
He didn't cause any problems in jail he mostly took his psych meds and slept on a regular pattern.
I enjoyed sharing my snacks with him and teaching him how to play chess.
He was unassuming and very polite.
So apparently he killed his father over abuse is the story, and if I remember right his grandmother walked in and discovered the crime and he shot and killed her too.
Getting old sucks because I left out the part that he had a rifle I believe it was a single shot and bolt action.
Probably did 3 months in a cell with him.
Michael Moler had the mental capacity of about 11-year-old maybe on a good day.Ive met hundreds through prison lol but on a serious note look up these names Indiana
Joshua Vest
Michael Moler
Both were dimcap. A lot are.
Later if I get more time I'll tell some stories but because of my need to "pay rent." I need to get to work.
Try not to murder anyone today😄
Btw ICP songs seem to quell the urge to do violence to others. Find your silly release too.
Joshua killed his Father. I did time with Joshua in the 90s. He was 17 when committed his offense, and I believe he turned 18 while I was in there with him.
I had a paperback book he had signed for me and wrote a poem on the front page for a long time but of course law enforcement made sure I lost it when they re-arrested me.
That's the thing about getting locked up it's a type of death all your property gets gone and your whole life is destroyed.
Back to Josh he was a cool kid we played chess I always take up a type of mentoring role when I end up locked up. Josh would slip me some of his good psych meds which would knock me out for a day or two and keep me from being in jail for a moment anytime you sleep is an escape.
Josh was slightly overweight probably about 5 9 or 5:10 probably to send it from native Americans at some point he had dark hair and it was long and straight and a wisp of a mustache.
I'm just trying to tell the story like I remembered in case anyone's interested.
He didn't cause any problems in jail he mostly took his psych meds and slept on a regular pattern.
I enjoyed sharing my snacks with him and teaching him how to play chess.
He was unassuming and very polite.
So apparently he killed his father over abuse is the story, and if I remember right his grandmother walked in and discovered the crime and he shot and killed her too.
Getting old sucks because I left out the part that he had a rifle I believe it was a single shot and bolt action.
Probably did 3 months in a cell with him.
Apparently Michael was in a group home and these are the words from his own lips because I was in a jail cell with him.
"She turned into a witch red, lightning was shooting out of her hair and she floated up out of her wheelchair at me.
I didn't know what to do so I hit her with the beer mug."
Michael was left alone in the group home with another resident in elderly lady in a wheelchair.
The good old folks that ran the group home just decided to take off to the grocery and leave Michael there by himself in charge of another resident with the metal capacity of an 11-year-old.
Some outstanding citizen had given Michael some ephedrine pills and Michael had taken a bunch in the day before and ended up in the hospital with a stomach ache and of course they treated it and they released him but he was still wigging on the damn pills when he was left.
I guess that combined with Michael's mental illness caused him to start hallucinating at which point Michael picked up a beer stein and literally crushed that woman's skull with it.
Then ran away and hid in some bushes until the police showed up later.
At which point Michael exited the bushes and turned himself in.
Michael was so simple he couldn't play chess he could not grasp it at all.
He heard voices and cried a lot and would come to me crying telling me the voices wouldn't shut up in jail you know.
I would talk to Michael and read the Bible to him and generally console him and get his mind off of the voices tell him things like that stuff don't mean shit bro don't listen to that that's just the devil trying to get you to do bad things and it seems that when putting those simple terms it would calm him.
I've never been well liked in that county and the jailers at least a couple of them had prepared the population for my arrival Michael being one of them but being so simple he could not hate me.
He was good enough to tell me how the jailers had brought the newspaper up, and let everyone know that I was coming.
The results of that were another year in prison for the closed head injury I gave another inmate that attempted to confront me about anything I had done previously to entering the jail.
Yes I'm big I'm ugly and I'm fucking deadly a tobacco cutter ginseng Hunter general outdoorsman and that's just how it is no bragging no bullshit probably a throwback to a different time.
Anyways Michael was also molested by the jailer I'd forgotten that part her name was Kristina Bozell
And if you look up her name in Jefferson county Indiana you'll see that she freed and inmate she was having relations with before he was supposed to be freed.
There's my evidence to back up what I'm saying about her Michael said kissed him when she took him to the doctor. That's his words.
I have a plethora of stories I can tell of murderers and the type I spent years in prison and I'm not unintelligent and I thought someday I might write a book if my heart lets me live long enough.
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