One final lockdown from Folsom Prison, ol’ friend Well here I was at the minimum security yard. I was back in dorm living. I was glad to get out of the mess at the level-three yard. If you remember, I was being told to take someone’s life. I was spared t ...
9 Jun 2010 - Street Roots
Survival on the inside isn’t always your own decision If you remember, one of my “homies” had asked me to deliver a couple bags of stuff: tar, cheeva, call it what you want, it was still heroin. If I got caught I could be in big trouble, so I went to ask ...
7 May 2010 - Street Roots
One of the hardest things to escape in prison is your past From my previous column, I left off by saying that my cellie had offered to let me live in his house in Fresno, Calif., The catch was he wanted me to sling his drugs while he was locked up. Like I ...
29 Mar 2010 - Street Roots
The Dubious Life: Happiness is a good cellie, but that’s relative in San Quentin Hello friend! This little story starts out at San Quentin State. No, not college — prison. It ends up at Folsom State Prison. This may sound a little scary to some people and ...
25 Feb 2010 - Street Roots
Vacaville to Chino, swimming pools and movie star killers From the August 7 edition of Street Roots. Greetings! Well friends, I believe we left off in Vacaville Prison in northern California. I had just come back from the movies where I had quite an expe ...
20 Aug 2009 - Street Roots
Copy editors discuss (foul) language today in office From left to right, Eddy Barbosa, Cassandra Koslen, Mary Pacios, Art Garcia, Mara Grunbaum, Ruth Kovacs. The word is question was motherf*cker. After much debate, it was decided that it is one word, and ...
5 Aug 2009 - Street Roots