Edited] I woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmare I was having about escaping from The State Penitentiary, and this time when I ran...they shot me. I wake up in a dark cell by myself and realize I am still alive. As I sit on the edge of my bunk I start to recall what really happened to me. O crap! I did escape from Jackson State Penitentiary and had made it from Jackson all the way to Lansing. 1)We pulled up to Jackson State Penitentiary in a prison van and they told us to get into the lunch line before unpacking our property. They gave us a bunk number and sent us on our way. The lunch line was long and wrapped around the building outside. As I was standing there I thought I heard my name. Spinner but when I looked back toward the voice I did not recognize anyone and no one met my eyes with theres to acknowledge it had been them. Then I heard it again, this time very clearly. I jumped side ways and said , Yo, who said my name. Then one of my best friends and true road dogg from the streets, Jeremy Sessions popped of the line with a big smile and a hand out, like whats good homie. He was 16 years old and I was 17 years old. So how did we end up in the Big House so young? We kicked it about just that as we ate lunch and the went to our bunks for count. After the correctional officers did the count I went to get my property and they informed me that I was leaving the next morning, riding out in the first thing morning and I was not allowed to unpack any of my things. That made me mad and I walked the big yard with my homeboy Jeremy, we decided to escape and started planning in earnest. Jeremy had been there a minute and I just got there a few hours ago so he had somethings, like timing, worked out. Jeremy and I had commit crimes together before so planning out an escape was not a stretch for our criminal mentality. Jeremy said that they did count every half hour, exactly on the half hour marks and that never changed. Jeremy said that it got dark the third count after dinner and that no one was allowed on the big yard at that time but we would act like we were going to the recreation building an ditch around the building to the big yard because there was no fence between the recreation building and the big yard. There was a pole about two feet outside the big yard thirty foot fence with razor wire, we had identified this as our target area while walking around the yard alone. I told him that getting over that razor wire at the top would be an issue, it was my job to point out issues and solve them. We decided that multiple lairs of clothes would help us not get sliced up by the very sharp razors that are coiled and unavoidable without armor. We could not walk out after count with our blankets to use for armor, trying to say we were going to the recreation building, that would not work so we went with the lairs of clothes. At dinner I stole a couple pepper shakers from the tables to put down after we got over the fence and the dogs were on us. Like I said we had done this before. We had on all our lairs of clothes and even though we were criminal vets already, we were still sweating and pooping a lot, knowing that the State Police Post was right down the road and we had no outside help for a ride. No problem, we had done this before. You see the no gun towers being manned was our golden ticket to freedom. That and the fact that we were really quite fearless, regardless of the popping. There were manned gun towers across the street but we were planning on going in the opposite direction. My friends were going to all freak out when we popped up back in the hood, I thought, this would be epic. Hold up. Should we go back to the hood? Probably not, yo the cops will be waiting for us there. We should go to Florida and hang out on the beach for a few months til everything calms down. Right, but how will we get any money to get down to Florida without catching a new case. Walk away escape carries five years, but Armed Robbery, Home Invasion, or Assaulting An Officer while in the commission of felony all carried 20 to 40 years. So we decided to keep it clean and if we get caught we will just give up and eat the five years for the escape. The C/Os did the count we were waiting for, the third count from dinner and we headed straight out of the door. It was time to make our move and as we bailed outside we were going to cut round the building but another prisoner was on a outside phone and he would see us going the wrong way. No one was supposed to be on the phone after dark. Man, what do we do? Hope he dont tell because we dont have time to wait, only 30 minutes until next count, we discussed this while faking being on the phone ourselves. Did I mention it was January 1st 1996 and there was at least one foot of snow on the ground and I had big bulky cheap prison issued boots on. We ran around the building hoping that the prisoner on the phone would just not say anything. Jeremy hit the fence first and I was right behind him on the fence, literally. As he tried to get over the razor wire by trying to slowly pick his way thru it, he was caught, snagged over and over by the jagged edge of the coiling wire. I was holding onto the fence under him about 25 feet in the air. I had no choice but to help him untangle himself from the fence. Which I did and he got down and ran away. I was still on the wrong side of the fence and he ran off. Man. I was bloody from undoing him from the razor wire and I was bleeding from my hand profusely. I knew I could not make the same mistake Jeremy made because I had no one to help me if I was snagged. What to do? Time is ticking and they are coming for me. Over the load speaker at this exact moment they announced Christian services were being held. O-yeah, thats right, I thought to myself,I found God. I firmly gripped the part of the fence I could get my hands on, as close to the center as possible and tried to sling shot myself over the coiling razor wire down 30 feet to a plunge on the ground. Thanks be to God Almighty that razor wire caught me and I was hanging by a thread, by my extra clothes that I put on, and more importantly I was hanging on the other side of the fence. I quickly grabbed the fence and got down. I ran toward Jeremys footsteps and caught him shortly, he stopped and waited when he seen me coming, of course because I had the cigarettes. After I caught up to Jeremy I said, Hey man why did you leave me up there? And he said, Aw man I knew you would make it, you always do. We had done this before. It had been at least five minutes on the fence and plus the minute we spent faking on the phone. We were running at full speed through a field and could see a big old barn all by itself. We headed there hid behind it and caught our breath. It was now about ten minutes gone by and time to put down pepper knowing that they would find my blood at the spot we jumped the fence and track our scent from the footsteps to that very location behind the barn. Next, why did the chicken cross the road? To lose the scent of the dog. So we army crawled to the road, it was dark but not pitch black dark. As far as we knew no one knew we were gone yet...unless that dude on the phone told trying to get an early parole? We did not see or hear anything so we waited and ran across the street, then we army crawled away from the road. I put down more pepper for the dogs that would be behind us shortly. We walked a couple minutes and came across a small river or stream, maybe 20 or 30 feet across. When we stepped on it the iced cracked. Getting wet was not good in 30 degree weather and true to form from the fence, Jeremy went first. He made it and I followed and made it as well. I placed more pepper on the ground and I was now out of it. If the cops have to wait until count to find us missing, follow us to the barn from the fence, follow us across the road in the dark, and go across the stream, with pepper in every spot. That should by us an hour or two if we are lucky. Let the man hunt begin, or continue, we had done these things before. But man it was cold, my hand was throbbing and still bleeding, and man I was tired already. My adrenaline dump wearing off, hope they dont come soon. I tried to wrap my hand and stop the bleeding but ended up leaving my hand out in the cold without a bandage or glove so it could freeze. We had no choice but to keep running and after a couple minutes decided to cross the road back to the other side. So, why did the chicken cross the road back to the other side? Hoping to confuse the police or for the police to think that the dogs are confused from the pepper at each location and give up on a cold night. We continued to walk in the cold and thru a foot of heavy Michigan snow. As fate would have it the ground we walked on was farm land, we were off the side of the road so no one could see us. Farmland is dug in rows so that the dirt goes up and down. Every step I took was giving me blisters in my prison issued boots, never knowing with each step how far the ground was under the snow. With heavy tired legs and good amount of blood loss I was dizzy. We got tired of being tired and walked out onto the road after about an hour. As we walked along the road we tried to steal a car and a truck but farm people dont seem to have tilts on there steering wheels and that is the type of car we needed, as well as a screw driver to pop the ignition. Jeremy was good at this I knew if we could just find what we needed. We had done this before. But we could not find the right vehicle and pressed on for the first town we seen. Every time we seen headlights we would run to the side of the road and literally dive into unseen woods to avoid detection. Eventually we seen the lights of a small town and a sign that said we were entering into another county. We looked at each other and smiled as we shed our top lair of prison issued clothes by a tree before we walked into town in our civilian visitor clothes.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 01:59:24 +0000
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