Rookie Wine Sweep
Sticky, of San Diego, California
A
while back, I had the day off work. With absolutely nothing to do,
I slept through breakfast and into the morning, a rare treat. I'm
guessing, but I'd say it was about 9:30 A.M. when a cop keyed my door,
telling me to step out. Though my brain was still in a fog, it was
still a nice wake-up call. Otherwise, I probably would've slept until
noon. Exiting, I heard one cop instructing the other to look for
extra laundry and obvious contraband. It sounded like they wanted
me to hear this. They were in my cell all of two minutes. I
suppose it pays to keep the house tidy and clean. Something tells
me they were not looking for laundry. There were no clothes bins
nearby, nor piles of confiscated clothing outside other cells. This
was an intelligence gathering mission.
This
kind of thing happens every once in a while. This is a training facility
for cops fresh out of the academy. It could be worse. Now and
again the Goon Squad (Investigative Service Unit, ISU) shows up with their
crime kit briefcase & dogs, in search of drugs, cell phones, weapons,
etc. Usually, when they arrive, there is nothing random about it.
The Gooners hit a certain house knowing exactly what or who they're after.
This is prison, after all, and there is no shortage of rats, no matter
where you go. When Squad leaves an inmate's house it looks like Beirut
in the aftermath of a Marine air strike.
Skip
forward to Super Bowl LI. That morning our entire building was slammed
down tight as we awaited breakfast release. At one point the Sounder
swarmed our tier, about 20-deep, pulling inmates out cell-by-cell, instructing
them to wait in the dayroom. Gee, what kind of fresh hell is this?
Through the walls, I could hear toilets flushing, everywhere. You'd
think they'd have shut off the water before the raid. As I
looked around I could tell these were not Squad cops. There were
no special briefcases, no K-9's, no blacked out insignias. Nope,
in fact, all of these uniforms were too new; the deeper green shade
of a rookie. It became obvious to me, judging by the particular day,
that this was a "Wine Sweep."
Just
as I thought, three cops (one old dog and two trainees) were in and out
of my house in all of 1 1/2 minutes. As they entered my neighbor's
cell, old dog cleared my cell. Looking around, on my way back to
the hovel, I noticed some peer's cells being torn up with gusto.
Some cops are more thorough than others but, in all fairness, there was
no wine in ours. Call me lame, but this guy is going home in three
years!
Surprisingly,
my cell looked pretty much like how we left it. Plastic storage bins
were strewn about but, otherwise, no mess. Yup, wine search.
No bags full of cloudy liquid or suspicious odors, so they didn't visit
long. In hindsight, I think the Laundry Sweep was a ruse. They
were trying to catch people slippin'. Give dudes a false sense of
security. The trainees come through, looking for batches being started,
all the while knowing they'd be back in a couple days to catch people straining
their Apple Jack, thinking the coast is clear.
Nothing
changed the festivities for me and my cellie. Our half-time vittles
were home made burritos with lots of heat, nacho chips, and ice cold soda's
from the swamp cooler. Yup, we fashioned a swamp cooler. I
just wish the commercials had been better this year. Only one single
good one, an incognito deer and two dimwitted hunters.
Go
Brady!
God
Bless.
Reflections of Themselves
Sam Aurelius Milam III
On
a blurb on the TV, some idiot declared, "The only thing we hate is hate!"
I didn't notice the name of his group but, according to him, they oppose
hatred and simultaneously hate it. They must hate themselves for
hating something, when they oppose hatred. It sounds like a good
example of Orwell's doublethink, except that there doesn't seem to be any
actual thinking involved.
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