The Field Trip....!!

Ok all the names in this entry have been changed for my own safety

Like I said at the end of the last entry, this scared the fuck out of me; maybe it will do the same to you....so hold on...!

The production team organized for me to visit 3 prisoners at Barwon Prison, all 3 have been involved in bashings, murders and hits and are now severing life sentences. Bad ass mother fuckers. I honestly don’t know how and I wasn’t going to ask, but the production team had to get authorization and clearance from the government, the corrections authority and the prisoners themselves. Then I had to get security clearance from the federal Police. The nerves were starting to kick in now. Holy fuck, I was about to sit face to face with real fucking hitmen. I had 3 days of intensive briefings by 2 government officials and 2 correction officers. Telling me everything I can and can’t do, what to say and what not to say, plus a brief history on the prisoners. 1^st prisoner was a young guy, a modern day mobster, I’ll call Charlie, he is more of a thug and stand over man, in the game he is called a foot soldier. He is about 30 and has been in jail for 5 years out of a 15 year sentence. 2^nd prisoner was an older guy in his 50’s, old school mobster i’ll call him Mario, he was a hitman and driver and has killed about 10 people in his time. He has been in jail for 20 years out of a life sentence. The 3^rd and last is a fucking monster, he also was in his 50’s, very old school brutal killer. I’ll call him krazzy man. He has been in jail for 20 years and has been classified never to be released. Charlie and Mario are in the general population part of Barwon prison, krazzy man is in the high security section for the criminally insane. Holy shitballs, I’m already shitting my pants and it’s only just the briefing. I was to only have half an hour with each prisoner, and time had to run perfectly. Charlie was at 11.30am, Mario at 12.00 noon and krazzy man was at 12.45pm. Ok the day of the visiting had arrived and i didn’t get any sleep the night before. I was picked up by the production company lawyer; I’ll call him Steve, about 9am. On the way down I was just talking crap, trying to take my mind of what was coming, but the nerves were really starting to take over. I couldn’t even tell you how many piss stops we had. Then when the prison came into view....FUCK. The nerves settled once we were inside. Security checks, searches blah blah blah and we were in waiting for Charlie. When he came a sat down at our table, I was a little disappointed. Nothing like what I thought he would be. Very cocky and up himself. But I sat there and listened to what he had to say, which was nothing about being a mobster, it was all about him. Still, it was a learning curve. 30 minutes went quick and before I knew it, they marched these prisoners out, and then the next lot in. Fuck, they don’t mess around here. Next was Mario. And let me just say this; even though he was a killer, he was such a nice guy to talk too. Very easy going, laid back and friendly. I asked questions about what he had done and he told me honestly. Everything. From driving to places and collecting protection money, to killing rival mobsters, even mobster within his own circle. He said money is everything and no one is safe in the game. Money is power, and people are greedy for power. There is always someone willing to gain as much power as possible. Again, time was up before we knew it. But we had no time to waste; we had to go back through all the security of the normal part of the prison, then across to even tighter and heavier security into the pits of fucking hell. Now this place is fucking terrifying. It smells, its cold and you can hear all the insane prisoners screaming and yelling. Now there was poo and wee in my pants, I don’t care how tough you are, this place will scare the living shit out of you. Strange saying that, I don’t think shit is really a living thing. Anyway, we were escorted into a white room with a metal table that was bolted to the floor. On our side of the room were 2 moveable metal chairs, on the other side was a chair that was bolted to the floor, and all around it had large metal loops that were bolted to the floor also. Strange. So we sat there in silence for what seemed like an hour. Then we heard the shuffling of feet and the rattling of chains. Holy fuck, this is now getting fucking scary. The sound got louder and louder until it was right outside the door. We could hear voices but couldn’t understand what was said. Then the door open and the room suddenly went from warm to freezing fucking cold. Why, I can’t explain but it did. There he was krazzy man, old looking, grey hair and beard, a little man with 2 massive fucking security guys escorting him in. Krazzy man didn’t look up at us at all, just looked at his feet as he shuffled his way to the chair. He had chains wrapped around his waist that were connected to 2 pairs of handcuffs around his wrists. Now they were strapped to a leather belt that was also around his waist. But his hands were not in the centre of his body, they were strapped just to the right side, which would be very uncomfortable. There was also a chain that went from the chains around his waist, down to his feet. Each foot was chained, allowing him just enough room to shuffle. When krazzy man finally sat down, the guards bolted all the chains trough the loops on the floor and back through the chair so he couldn’t get up or out, and all this time, he didn’t raise his head to look at us. Once they had secured him to the floor and chair, they stood back just at arm’s length of him. Then, very slowly he raised his head and looked directly at me. Not at Steve, just me. FUCK. I was fucking terrified; I didn’t know where to look. Steve asked a few questions but he didn’t answer, just kept starring at me, then Steve asked another about one of his killings. Very slowly he turned his head towards Steve, with a very slow blink of his eyes, looked at Steve briefly, then slowly back to me AGAIN. Why me you krazzy bastard I thought. Then while starring at me he said this...” would it be ok if I lick your hand, I want to know what you taste like”. FUCK OFF YOU KRAZZY MOTHER FUCKER.. Holy fuck I was so fucking scared. That was it, something set him off. He started jumping in his seat, trying to leap up at us, Steve slid his chair back, but I was just frozen there, couldn’t fucking move. The guards quickly moved in, and within seconds had him out of the chair and out of the room. I looked at Steve; he looked at me, and at the same time said FUCK THIS. Within minutes another guard was in the room and told us to leave. Yes sir, I’m fucking out of here. On the whole way back, not one single word was spoken. I’m really hoping that I never have to do that again. So now I had 2 more little bits of info. Some honesty from Mario, and a small, small bit of krazziness from krazzy man. Blender time, max speed.....and hey presto, “Kody Scott” is now ready to face the world. Woooohoooo....!!!!

Coming up..........time to unleash “Kody Scott” into the world..!