I’m Pleased To Have Fellow Blogger, Very Artistic And A Unique New Friend of Mine, “Joe Guerrero”…

Hello Friends And Welcome New Visitors, (Mature Content)

I’m very happy to share with you a very unique new friend of mine I met here through WordPress.com. I came across a blog post of his and was intrigued right away by his talent of “Words & Sketch’s”! He was kind enough to let me share a little about him, what he does, and Where he does it from……
Now your intrigued right? Well, lets let the cat out of the bag right off the bat! Here is a wee bit more about my friend “Joe” and his blog called, “Joe Writes His Wrongs” http://JoeWritesHisWrongs.wordpress.com And the beautiful art he shares.
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Joe Writes His Wrongs
Chesapeake, VA
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Bio: Welcome to the madness. See through the eyes of a guy incarcerated trying to find something better for himself. I’m an artist and a writer and it is through a combined effort of both of these things that I hope to find some type of success. I’m amerced In a chaotic world.  A world that is like hell on earth. Prison. I’ve been here for over 5 years now. Desperately struggling to keep my head above water and hope alive. The stories and posts you will read chronicle my journey, mostly in an over the top, vulgar and hilarious way.
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They depict what life is really like for a guy who is trying to rise above the negativity he is surrounded by daily. This is “real life” behind the barbwire fence. You will be intrigued. You will be in tears,…from laughing that is. No “sappy” shit here. If you want a tear jerker, go watch a Lifetime movie.  This is “JoeWritesHisWrongs”. Stories and posts about the type of shit you’re forced to deal with when you put a bunch of criminals, gang members, drug addicts, and a vast array of colorful individuals together. Can’t you just imagine what life is like in here?
Yes? No? Maybe?
Well…you have certainly come to the right place to find out and experience a little bit of this paradise for yourself.  Believe me. You don’t want to be here. But you sure as hell are going to be entertained hearing all about what goes on in here. Feel free to comment and let me know what you think. If you like this blog please share this blog. If you found it to be funny or enjoyable, maybe someone else will too.
Thanks, I hope you enjoy-Joe
* With the help of my girl, I am able to share all my stories and artwork with you as she helps run my page. So…no, I am not blogging in prison. Well, I am on paper, she puts it on here for me.

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Now, you must be wondering why I would share a guy who’s in prison on my “Writers Blog” Right?
Well, as may of you know, I blog about many things, especially all things recovery. The reason is this,…..when I was in the worst of my gambling and a wee bit too much alcohol addiction, I too had done things I’m not proud of. I stole from someone, and even though I was arrested, charged, and did all that I was required  to correct “My Wrongs,” which was to take  accountability, ownership, and responsibility  of my crimes, I spent 30 days in jail, 2 years probation, paid all my PO and Court fees, and had to pay back restitution to the victim, and I”M STILL PAYING THAT TODAY. But, if I would have continued down the path I was going, I know I’d have ended up in “PRISON” myself.
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So when I seen that “Joe” was actually “blog journaling” his journey in prison, I told myself that could be me! If I never would have entered recovery and continued to gamble, I know my next stop could have been prison. Because I’ll always be “JUST ONE BET AWAY” from destruction. Even though I had not had a “Prior Criminal Record,” I still know that in recovery we never say “NEVER.” I also don’t “Judge” others as we all deserve a 2nd chance in life. I have 2 very good recovery friends who are also “writers & authors,” who wrote about their gambling addiction experiences, and have been in prison. One of which was 60 years old when she went to Prison! Can you imagine?
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So here is a recent blog post of Joe’s that hit home for me, and really shows some of what he has to deal with each day. He is an awesome writer, and I know when he does get released, he is going to have a “Bright Future” as a Writer & Artist!
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“Ticket-Fever… Plus a Mural Mishap”

“Gambling is huge in prison. Especially, sports betting.

To get involved in the action, you must simply find a “parlay-man” and express to him that you are interested in playing a “ticket.”

Usually, he’ll say “ok.” Then he’ll ask how much you want to bet. It’s usually somewhere between 1-10 dollars for a payout of 10-100 dollars if you win. This may not seem like a lot of money but in prison, this is big money. A couple hundred dollars here makes you RICH.

To win, you must first pick 4 winning games where the team you chose on all 4 games either won or lost by the point spread. It’s not as easy as it might seem. More times than not the parlay man or basically “the house,” wins and collects without having to payout anything. But every once in awhile the house gets “hit, “someone or even multiple someone’s win, which means that the parlay man has to pay.

Sometimes, these payouts could be for hundreds of dollars.

During college basketball, especially March Madness, it seems these parlay guys walk a tight rope because this tends to be around the time when ticket players get A LOT luckier.

A friend and I were talking and he told me “I’ve seen many-a-parlay man put out of business because of March Madness.

I agreed completely. Especially with the current gossip as of late around the compound being mostly about one such parlay “tag-team” duo and how they had gotten hit for over 300 dollars in just one day!

The problem was that they didn’t have the 300 dollars needed to cover the pay-out. So, one of the guys checked into the hole, which means he went into protective custody, leaving the other guy basically to fend for himself.

Mentioning all that, here is where I come into the story with a mural mishap that could have easily turned disastrous.

First, it all started with another mural painting buddy of mine being requested to go paint on the outside back wall of all 6 housing unit buildings here at the prison.

The request was simple enough.

He was asked to paint “DO NOT PUT YOUR FEET ON THE WALL.”

That’s it.

On this day, I was bored, with nothing to do. So my painter buddy asked if I wanted to help him.

I said “sure.”

We never made it passed the first building.

We got to the first building and my buddy suggested that instead of just simply painting the words, we should also include a pretty little background color.

Without thinking, I agreed. Then we went to town painting a big colorful “spot” on the wall.

Now at the same time as we were doing this, there were a couple of gang members outside with us talking about the parlay man who owed the 300 dollars. This parlay guy lived in the building we were working on, and the issue with this money he owed was now becoming a lot more serious and intense.

But what was even MORE crazy was what I realized after the gang guys left… The HUGE mistake this other painter and I had just made.

Without even realizing it at all… We had just “tagged” this building with a rival gangs’ color. Mind you, that was totally NOT our intention. But that didn’t even matter because interpretation is a mother fucker in prison.

“Jesus!” I said. “Do you realize what we’ve just done!?!”

I then explained how this could be interpreted.

“Well,” He responded. “Thank God this is a pretty neutral compound, then.”

He was trying to justify this by saying that of all the gangs that are here at the prison. There’s no beef between them. So this shouldn’t really be a big deal.

“Yeah, well…” I went on. “This is the type of shit that makes things NOT so neutral and kind of ARE a big deal!!”

He just wasn’t getting it.

The only middle ground we could reach was to “lighten” the color a little. But it was still obviously the original, blatant, signifying color.

We ran out of time to work before we could even begin the words. All I could think about was the nuclear type fallout that was sure to come from this.

I tried my best to put it out of my mind.

Later on that same day, for some reason, my good friend decided to be a hero and help that poor drowning parlay man who was hit over 300 dollars.

My friend loaned him the last 100 dollars he needed to cover what he had to pay-out… He loaned him that 100 dollars with HEAVY interest.

You would think this act of kindness would have purchased my friend some good MO-JO, right?

Well, it did not.

See, my friend, he is also a parlay man, himself, and in a strange twist of fate, guess what happened?

On that same day where he rescued another parlay man who had just taken a bad hit, my friend then took a bad hit himself for over 200 dollars…

Some karma, huh?

My friend had the money to cover what he now had to pay-out.

But, not by much! This almost crippled the tickets he runs.

Less than 24 hours after me and the other mural painter had painted that big, dumb, colorful spot; the fallout was in full swing.

All of the powers that be, the big wigs, the higher ups, they were all in a serious up roar behind this shit. They thought the building had really been tagged by a gang marking their territory.

My painter buddy caught all the flak, too. He was the one they HAD originally asked to paint the words. So, guess he got his ass reamed pretty good behind this little lapse of judgment the two of us had together.

The end result: nothing too bad, I guess. He had to cover up the colorful spot. Then he was told not to even worry about painting the letters now.

My reaction to all of this after he told me: Fuck it.

We made a simple mistake that could have set off an entire gang war.

What’s the big deal about that?

All of this taught me a few things too… the tickets and the parlays… the painting…

*The odds are always in the houses’ favor… whether that’s applied to the actual parlay man or the constant battle to rise above the negativity of prison… chances are, you’re playing a losing ticket.

*Something’s are best left simple, like painting letters. Sometimes too much is too much, and sometimes, in prison, too much could escalate into a full blown gang riot.

And finally…

*In my line of work, it’s best to work along. If I’m going to crash and burn, I’d rather do so on my own… not because I decided to ride shotgun with some other guy.
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Now of course I had to go to Joe’s comment section and write my “2 cents worth” of WHY you shouldn’t GAMBLE!…LOL. But these are things that happen on a daily basis for those in prison that all of us on the outside don’t even give a second thought to. Now here is some of his “Fantastic Drawings” and “Caricature Sketch’s”….
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Pamela Anderson Caricature
Another big passion of mine is drawing caricatures, it seems lately I have not been doing that as much as I would like. The other day I was drawing a caricature of Pamela Anderson and it made me realize how much I miss drawing them.

I have decided I am going to start drawing caricatures of some of the guys in here along with other people to post as well, so keep an eye out for those to eventually come.

And yes, those caricatures WILL be clothed.  LOL…
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SEE, told you he was very TALENTED!! Now the next is pretty awesome as well, and one of my “Favorites” too!
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Make the best of life
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Make the best of life

“So I want to “Thank Joe” for letting me “Share” his talent and his journey. I encourage all of you to check out his blog often, http://joewriteshiswrongs.wordpress.com  and follow along, as this guy is going “Somewhere Special” with all the talent he has”!
I do believe he already has his 1st book in the making….
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God Bless All,
Author, Catherine Townsend-Lyon

“Always Remember, We Have A Friend In Jesus” A Special Guest Blog Share From My Good Bud “Trey Z Guy”…

Hello Recovery Friends, Seekers, and Welcome New Pals,

I wanted to share an interesting take of a conversation with the Lord by my good pal and fantastic blogger/writer “TreyZ Guy” and his blog “Imagine” http://treyzguyblog.com  Now I know I could do the usual Re-blog, but I feel that’s not good enough for my pal, as Trey always deserves a “FABULOUS” INTRO”! S0,…here is Trey’s *Special and Spiritual* blog post titled: “Me and Jesus”….ENJOY!
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TREYZ GUY, MAN OF MYSTERY….
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“Me and Jesus broke up a few months ago”….

It was a tumultuous relationship at best, mostly on my part.

It seems that I am needy, and kind of a bitch.

Jesus never called me that to my face, but I could see it in his eyes when I would start on one of my “But you promised’ rants.

He’s been very patient with me and has tolerated my little outbursts now and then.

Even after I dumped him and told him that I didn’t believe anything he had ever told me and that I doubted that he had ever even loved me.

I said that all of those Facebook meme’s that he keeps posting on my page is just a poor attempt to stay all up in my business.

I told him that I didn’t appreciate him using his position as the “Son of God’ to influence my friends into subconsciously posting all that crap.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked

“I don’t wanna” he said.

“That’s not a very mature reason” I said.

“Deal with it!” he popped off.

I felt like punching him in the eyeball, but it just doesn’t seem right to give Jesus a black-eye, lord knows I’ve tried.  (Pardon my pun)

“It’s over, we have nothing in common” says I.

“What do you mean?” he said “You love Jethro Tull, I love Jethro Tull.”

“What about Black Sabbath?” I said, kinda like a snot.
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“Everybody loves Sabbath” He said. “I…Am…Iron-Man….” He starts to sing, then stops and grins that grin.

“God you’re annoying sometimes” I said. (There’s that damn pun again)

“You know you love me…” he says, like he’s all that.

“So…….I love bacon too, but I can live without it……for a while.” I said.

Real mature….I know.

“Let me put it this way, so you can understand me there Big Dawg….” He says

“I am like your Granny’s refrigerator……you may leave for a while and not come visit me for some time but when you do, there is always something here for you and you don’t even have to ask”

He smiles….

Why did that make sense to me….?

AHA!

“You’re using my starvation on this diet against me, talking about refrigerators!” I surmised.

“I do what I have to, to get your attention” He put a hand on my shoulder….

I shrugged my shoulder and brushed his hand away.

“What about all those years I was drunk, losing my kids, all that abuse I got when I was just a kid!’

I was getting mad again….Not mad maybe…..Betrayed…?

“I was there” he said

“Well….” I said “I never saw you, I never heard anything, I didn’t get no miracle saving me”

I was being petulant now.   I wanted to hurt him….   I wanted to break his heart.

He just stood there looking at me, his hands in his pockets….waiting for me to finish I guess.

“You never went far” he said quietly after I had stood there for a minute staring at my shoes. I looked up at him and frowned.
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When I didn’t say anything to this, Jesus said “Everyone on this world has to walk their own path, everyone on this world has to make their own way and find out what is most important to them, to know that there is more to life than suffering and pain.”

“I didn’t want to walk that particular path” I replied, a little snide jab.

“Neither did I….” he said. “But I did.”

He had a good point.

I couldn’t argue with that. I wanted too……but I couldn’t.

I only had to bear a cross, not hang from one.

“Okay…I’m sorry, forgive me for being such an asshole” I said.

I held out my hand.

He took my hand and pulled me into a bear hug with a hard pat on the back.

I hugged him back, a little tentatively at first, and then I gave him a good hug.

“You are an asshole…..I have to admit that” Jesus said to me with that grin and look that always follows you around a room when you walk by one of his paintings.

“But that’s one of the reasons I dig you baby!” He said.

“Let’s go get a Starbucks” I offered.

“Starbucks is of the devil” Jesus said.

“I couldn’t agree more” I said.

“But,”… He added with a wink “I do love me a Peppermint Mocha”

“You have to put on some shoes, they won’t serve us if you ain’t got no shoe’s on” I said, looking at his feet.

Man those nail holes freak me out sometimes.

Jesus looked down at his feet, wiggled his toes and said “They won’t serve ugly people either, but I’m going with you.”

Funny…..I thought. A million comedians are out of work and I get this guy.

But not to be out-done, and feeling better about hanging out with my old buddy again, I couldn’t help it….

He was waiting for me to say something, he knew that I was an asshole….that much he had admitted to, but he also knew that I am a smart ass….

He knows me so well….

I hate that sometimes.

I said “At least I don’t look like a hippie…. you need a hair-cut”

He put his arm around my shoulder, grinned that grin and said in a deep mocking baritone voice;

“Walk with me”
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I looked at him….he looked at me.

Then we both bust out laughing.

He gave me a quick rabbit punch in the stomach, and shouted “Race ‘ya!”

He took off running towards the Starbucks, still barefoot.

I hollered “You run like a girl!”

Jesus flipped me the bird over his left shoulder, never breaking stride.

I smiled and took off after him.

He was holding the door open for me when I caught up to him, that grin again.

“Don’t say it” I panted.

In his terrible baritone voice he said “Knock and it shall be opened…’ he smiled bigger.

Some people’s kids I thought….“You first” I said with a deep courtly bow.

“Right behind you” he said.

Now I understand…..Now I get it….

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SO, When was the last time you had a conversation with Jesus? Well?
Author, Catherine Townsend-Lyon
Thanks Treyz for a Great Blog post to share!