I was new then. A new inmate of Lamb Fee Tack County Jail. I was in cell A-11 together with a fellow Filipino in his mid-50's. I was advised to engage in small talks to everyone I encounter in that specific county to establish a positive environment with them. Its a good thing to start with my cell mate, and so I asked him what's he in for.
"Two counts of murder." he said and continued, "I'll echo that question back, what you in for?"
I hesitated for a while for I know he would doubt upon hearing my response. I turned my back on him and said, "You wouldn't believe me even if I tell you."
He pulled himself up to a chair, sat comfortably and asked, "Tell me, what's your story?"
"Where should I start?"
"It seems to me, we've got decades to have chats in this shithole partner, might as well begin from your nativity. Oh I love stories."
I do not know what has gotten into this old man's mind that suddenly he's interested with my life story when a few minutes back he was just interested with why I got locked up. Anyway, upon realizing that we indeed have a long long period for stories, I took his challenge.
"25 years ago, on this same day, my mother gave birth to me. You see, I never got the chance to know her, even my father, for that very same day, something tragic happened. Hours after I was born, one sick bastard came in the hospital. He was drunk, hell drunk. He came in looking for his wife. He searched every room, banged every door open. No one could stop him for he brought with him a rifle. Room after room he came searching. He came across our room and he thought that it was her wife sleeping with a man at the bedside. He immediately fired, bang, bang. Two shots, one at my mother's head and one through my father. When he finally realized that he got the wrong persons, he quickly flew and up until now, he is still a fugitive. I grew up hearing these tragic story of my life from my grandmother who raised me."
"I am sorry partner. Please do not continue if it bleeds open the wounds of your heart." he said after hearing just the first part of my story.
I was ready to continue relaying my story but I couldn't stand the look on his face. He was so serious and I could tell that he was so sorry. That's it, I couldn't hold it much further.
"Bwahahahahaha!" I burst into laughters, I literally crawled laughing.
He acted so confused and was puzzled. Then he asked, "What did you find funny?"
"I love it when people dig in to my stories like that. Haha. My mom and dad are at a nursing home 2 years now. I visit them often but I couldn't starting today though. Haha."
I only stopped laughing when he stood up. I thought I was getting a hard hit on the face. He reached for his ass, farted, grabbed me saying, "Take this you scumbag!" He made me smell all the gases he captured with his hands. It was horrible yet I admit, I loved the scent. Haha.
From that day on, we became best buds. I discovered he was kinda like me. He is into nasty stuffs and pranks, and that's my expertise. There are times when we got into trouble though because of throwing gags among our fellow inmates, including the jail guards. Classic. Haha.
It has been 2 years since I got locked up. And out of nowhere, something just hit me right at my head. I thought it was my best bud fart man screwing with me but he was in deep sleep. I wondered what just hit me. I looked down and saw a manual, "Super hero guide." Now that was interesting, it was the basics on how to become a superhero. Woah, I am totally into these kinds of stuffs for when I was young, I was fantasizing to become like superman, batman, and wonder woman, I mean captain america. Haha.
The manual had in it steps to becoming a superhero. I was totally into it that I finished the whole manual in just 10 minutes....Naa, I was just about to start reading. :)
STEP NO. 1: Do not go about wandering and proclaiming you are a superhero. Let the people figure out themselves that you are.
Hmm. After reading the step, I already had doubts if I could do it for I am a person who thinks highly of myself. I do not want others to look down on me. There was once that an inmate asked me what I did. I know that he had murdered 10 people using only a bread knife. Spooky, I could not do that thing. But I composed myself, stared at him and said, "One of my case is that I stared at 15 people, and they just went nuts and started killing themselves." Long years of being imprisoned might let you have difficulty in deciphering what to believe and what not to believe for he immediately took his eyes off me and went his way. Haha. Loser.
Now how am I supposed to let people realize that I am a superhero? Hmm. Should I let my best bud fake a choke and ten-tenenen, here I am to the rescue? Should I push others to fight and then when everyone's looking, I'll be there pretending to calm things down between them?
I dried my brains out thinking yet there was no progress. I looked at fart man and he was asleep still. And so I went near him, rubbed my palms together, and "CLAAAAAAP! CLAAAAAP!" He jerked a few times, startled to lift his body up, and bang! He hit his head with the base of the upper deck. Now that was fun! Haha.
A few months had passed and still, I didn't pass the 1st step. I figured, if I really wanted to be a superhero, I should not fake things. And fart man told me that I should let destiny make me a hero, a real hero. And so I asked fart man who and were destiny was so that I could just choke him or her or whatever to make me a hero. I was serious, I didn't know such thing existed.
"You really have no hopes, just give it up man" he answered with a grin.
I was nearly there at the giving up point when I heard moaning and crying.
"Officer please stop! I didn't do anything I swear!" one voice cried.
"I don't care if you did nothing, I just want to hit and kill you right now. You have no use! All of you here are worthless! No one cares if you live or not. Haha!" another voice said.
Ding-ding-ding! The bell rang and it signals the start of our leisure time. The cells were opened, almost everyone ran out of there respective cells and tracked where the voices were coming from. Then there we were. An inmate of ours bleeding to death, face swelling and the only part you could recognize is his eyes. His eyes looking at us, begging us to help him. It was not new in the county that jail guards and warden just picks someone from the cells and carelessly beats them, without any reason. Since I got in, a total of 24 died. They died even without their families knowing.
"This one will be the 25th I believe" fart man whispered.
I looked at the man being beaten. I felt something weird, I felt an urge to stand up for this person. Without noticing, I was slowly approaching the jail guard. I just realized that I was near when he shouted at me, "What do you want?"
I said, "Stop it please."
He just spat on my shirt and continued to beat him. Out of nowhere my hands just blocked his beating and said firmly, "This has got to stop you fool!" I kicked him right at his stomach. It was so hard that he fell on the floor, unconscious. I carried the person out and lead him to the infirmary. I just saved someone. Now all the other prisoners took my hand, shaked it, and said, "Finally. A hero was brought to us to free us from sick guards and wardens, from sick systems. A hero that made us realize that we still have rights. And from now on, we will fight for it!"
I just smiled and went back inside my cell. I read again the manual and the 1st step disappeared. Wait, does this mean that I accomplished the 1st step? This manual is really something.
Being a hero should not be enforced. Each of us could be heroes of our own. We just have to stick to what is right and fight for it. We just have to fight for it without stepping the rights of others.This one I learned from the 1st step. It is your time to do the 1st step, man. :)
-Step 2 will be on the next chapter. Coming soon on blogspot.-
The manual had in it steps to becoming a superhero. I was totally into it that I finished the whole manual in just 10 minutes....Naa, I was just about to start reading. :)
STEP NO. 1: Do not go about wandering and proclaiming you are a superhero. Let the people figure out themselves that you are.
Hmm. After reading the step, I already had doubts if I could do it for I am a person who thinks highly of myself. I do not want others to look down on me. There was once that an inmate asked me what I did. I know that he had murdered 10 people using only a bread knife. Spooky, I could not do that thing. But I composed myself, stared at him and said, "One of my case is that I stared at 15 people, and they just went nuts and started killing themselves." Long years of being imprisoned might let you have difficulty in deciphering what to believe and what not to believe for he immediately took his eyes off me and went his way. Haha. Loser.
Now how am I supposed to let people realize that I am a superhero? Hmm. Should I let my best bud fake a choke and ten-tenenen, here I am to the rescue? Should I push others to fight and then when everyone's looking, I'll be there pretending to calm things down between them?
I dried my brains out thinking yet there was no progress. I looked at fart man and he was asleep still. And so I went near him, rubbed my palms together, and "CLAAAAAAP! CLAAAAAP!" He jerked a few times, startled to lift his body up, and bang! He hit his head with the base of the upper deck. Now that was fun! Haha.
A few months had passed and still, I didn't pass the 1st step. I figured, if I really wanted to be a superhero, I should not fake things. And fart man told me that I should let destiny make me a hero, a real hero. And so I asked fart man who and were destiny was so that I could just choke him or her or whatever to make me a hero. I was serious, I didn't know such thing existed.
"You really have no hopes, just give it up man" he answered with a grin.
I was nearly there at the giving up point when I heard moaning and crying.
"Officer please stop! I didn't do anything I swear!" one voice cried.
"I don't care if you did nothing, I just want to hit and kill you right now. You have no use! All of you here are worthless! No one cares if you live or not. Haha!" another voice said.
Ding-ding-ding! The bell rang and it signals the start of our leisure time. The cells were opened, almost everyone ran out of there respective cells and tracked where the voices were coming from. Then there we were. An inmate of ours bleeding to death, face swelling and the only part you could recognize is his eyes. His eyes looking at us, begging us to help him. It was not new in the county that jail guards and warden just picks someone from the cells and carelessly beats them, without any reason. Since I got in, a total of 24 died. They died even without their families knowing.
"This one will be the 25th I believe" fart man whispered.
I looked at the man being beaten. I felt something weird, I felt an urge to stand up for this person. Without noticing, I was slowly approaching the jail guard. I just realized that I was near when he shouted at me, "What do you want?"
I said, "Stop it please."
He just spat on my shirt and continued to beat him. Out of nowhere my hands just blocked his beating and said firmly, "This has got to stop you fool!" I kicked him right at his stomach. It was so hard that he fell on the floor, unconscious. I carried the person out and lead him to the infirmary. I just saved someone. Now all the other prisoners took my hand, shaked it, and said, "Finally. A hero was brought to us to free us from sick guards and wardens, from sick systems. A hero that made us realize that we still have rights. And from now on, we will fight for it!"
I just smiled and went back inside my cell. I read again the manual and the 1st step disappeared. Wait, does this mean that I accomplished the 1st step? This manual is really something.
Being a hero should not be enforced. Each of us could be heroes of our own. We just have to stick to what is right and fight for it. We just have to fight for it without stepping the rights of others.This one I learned from the 1st step. It is your time to do the 1st step, man. :)
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