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Full size Olympic sets such as you would find at a fitness club. He would take his picture with the phone and post his picture on dating Web sites along with his cell phone number.
He had six different “bitches” calling him throughout the week.
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I actually thought I was going to the FCI, and stopped at the front office of the camp because it looked like one of those information buildings at a state or national park.
This should have sent him to the Hole and then onto a bus for a trip behind the fence at an FCI for the duration of his offense. Not as special as “GI”, but not just any inmate so he never lost his bunk at the camp. Of course, when I say that such and such inmate was “special”, that’s a relative term.
There were around 325 inmates at the camp at Schuylkill FCI and perhaps more than half of them were “special”. The number might actually be larger, I cannot be sure and I don’t want to exaggerate. Visitors came in with no check from staff and then were left alone with the inmates.
I was only there a month, sitting in the rock garden -it looked like a little park, a rock garden setting out of Better Homes and Gardens, right next to the regulation size running track with a greenhouse and vegetable garden on the other side- one evening just after dinner when four inmates playing cards broke out in loud laughter and one slapped his knee and exclaimed “Damn I’m having fun!
He never went to the Hole, never lost his cell phone even. Then there was the street level crack dealer from Philly.
” A few months later in winter a black inmate from Washington D. who had nowhere to go after his sentence hid in a closet in one of the two units when he was called to go. He was rearrested less than a week later and they assigned him behind the fence at the FCI at Schuylkill rather than the camp because they knew he would not stop coming back if they allowed him to return to the camp. And a lot of these inmates seemed to be bulletproof too.
It occurred to me that the Feds treat a percentage of inmates so well that it would be a great idea for any homeless American to get himself a Federal sentence at a camp. The camp at Schuylkill not only had a track, it had weights outside on the track area and inside. A black inmate named “pimp” went to the Hole twice for 30 days for testing positive for marijuana, which he never stopped smoking. Another black inmate -”GI”- who seemed like a certifiable psychopath, someone who should definitely be locked behind a fence, was doing a long stretch of his nine year sentence for cocaine distribution at the camp, and doing it drunk every night of the week while talking on his cell phone.
One day I sat down to eat breakfast with a white guy with the same first name as me. Some guy who uploaded MP3 files to the internet (he had a good job on the street too, not anymore) who was prosecuted by the FBI out of northern Virginia.
He proceeded to tell me about his narcotics smuggling, which was extensive. Then there was the corrupt cop from the Boston area. But the overwhelming majority of those at the camp were narcotraffickers.