It seems that this old rapey murderer had made a bet with his new cell mate that whoever could do the most push-ups would get the better bunk in the cell. Within the first few days the big cell mate asked for protective custody and claimed he had been raped. of Corrections figured that since the new cell mate was 30 years younger and covered in muscles he would be able to handle himself.
They decided to bunk him with a huge guy who was in for a ton a gang-related, violent offences. He had been in since the 1980’s and nobody had been able to live with him because he was such a dangerous maniac.
This guy was serving a life sentence for murdering his grandparents, raping grandma before and after the murder, and mutilating the corpses. They had an inmate who had a habit of assaulting and raping other inmates. “ I have a friend who used to work in corrections. Afterwards any guy with an ego was normally really quiet for the remainder of their stay.” 4. He would be helpless to resist because he had maxed himself out on push ups. Then as soon as the new guy had done as many push ups as possible they would jump him and beat him up. The tough guys would gas the new guy up, acting friendly, pushing him to do more. If you did that then they would be all friendly and be like ‘oh? let’s see it!’ So the poor guy would do as many push ups as they could. If you were a stupid show off or had something to prove you would claim a large number or talk your self up. If you were smart you would just sorta blow it off or laugh it off and move on. The toughest guys would come up to you on your first day and ask how many push ups you could do. He said that they had a way of ‘checking your ego’ in the spot he was at. “ Not me, but my husband was in prison as a young adult. The guy lived but it looked like a fucking murder scene.” 3. I also saw a guy take a blade from a small pencil sharpener, tie it to a toothbrush and then slice a guys face from ear to ear while he was sleeping. That dudes screams will haunt me forever. I saw a Hispanic from Texas heat up a bowl of water until it was boiling in the microwave (we had microwaves in the tank) and he then proceeded to throw the boiling water on a Mexican from Mexico’s face and then beat the ever loving shit out of him. What was weird was the Hispanics born in America and the Mexicans from Mexico absolutely hated each other. The county jail was right on the Texas/Mexico border so there were a lot of Hispanics.
The craziest shit I saw was actually in the county jail and not the state prison. Hence "Stuck a feather in his hat and called it Macaroni," both throws shade on Washington for thinking a feather would be enough to be a snappy dresser and refers back the Macaronis, rather than the pasta we all loved as kids (and still love now).“ I did a couple years when I was young and dumb. Extra fun fact: In "Yankee Doodle Dandy" the song is about the British mocking the Americans' tattered and worn way of dressing. People resented this womanly look and it soon fell out of fashion and placed a greater importance on looking properly masculine. It is called a Macaroni.I may perhaps, on some future occasion, be ample in animadversion on those lady-like gentlemen, who, despairing to be thought men, are ambitious of resembling women." Their look became so extreme with huge wigs, heavily made up faces, and ornate and ridiculous accessories that by 1775 people began to describe the look as "effeminate." The Oxford Magazine of the time said, "There is a indeed a kind of animal, neither male nor female, a thing of the neuter gender, lately started up among us. Eventually, Macaronis became a laughing stock.