Man Handled In Prison

In 1991 I was a 22 year old that thought the money was in cocaine. I made good money at this profession but learned fast that people will turn on you in a heartbeat. It wasn’t long before officer friendly burst through the front door of my condo. My world turned upside down. I was able to get a sentence of 10 years and actually had to only serve 35% of that to be eligible for parole.

My prison time was to be spent in Monroe, Washington at the Monroe State Pen. This facility was really known for it’s sex offenders. At the time I was 5’-8” and 155lbs. I am German and Pacific Islander but looked Italian at the time. I heard rumors of rape in prison and needless to say I was nervous. I had a short stay but knew Monroe State Pen’s reputation for sex in jail. A lot of those guys were doing serious time there.

County jail was a piece of cake. No one gave you a bad time as far as butt sex. You had around 23 guys per cell. Now Monroe Pen. You would get a roommate. I had no desire to pack my shit and hoped I would get a cellmate who shared my same views.

The big day came when I was transferred and sent on my way to my new residence. I remember the guys all telling me about a big black guy named Bubba and that he would probably me my cellmate. I figured it was a myth and I would get someone more like me. As I was led to my cell, the inmates were relentless with their whistling and shouting. Woman always told me that I had a nice ass but was not enjoying the compliments from the guys. I finally made it to my cell and to my surprise, found out that I was the only occupant. It was a weight lifted off my shoulders.

That was short lived though during our yard time. Right away I was approached by the meanest and biggest black man I had ever seen. He wasn’t Bubba but went by the name of Jerome. He asked if I was straight or gay, I told him I was straight. Jerome explained that a good-looking guy as myself was going to be somebody’s bitch. He offered me the opportunity to be his bitch. He promised me protection and free drugs. I respectfully declined. For one my ass was, at the time, one way only. For another, Jerome stood about 6’-5” at around 325lbs and that was muscle. I did not want to meet his Johnson.

That evening the guards came to my cell, they informed my I was being moved to an occupied cell. My own cell was short lived. As we went up two levels we made our way to the end of the cellblock. At the end were 3 adjoining cells. I was led into the center one where Jerome greeted me. Turns out that Jerome had clout there.