Poetry by Billy Brown
Calm….Before the Storm….By Billy Brown Though sometimes it’s been stagnated? We still touched each other. We…
Billy Brown 855988
Indiana Department of Corrections
Westville Correctional Facility D2W
5501 South 1100 West
Westville, IN 46391
17 Dec. 2020 – As always I went to this 7-Eleven gas station for gas and smokes, and I gave a guy I knew a ride back to the hood, not knowing the guy in my car had just broken into 2 houses. I stopped for gas and smokes, got pulled over at the first red light. Wasn’t worried because I knew I had nothing on me, i.e. drugs, gun, etc., so I was calm. Got searched on the spot. They found nothing on me.
So the guy that was with me asked to talk to them alone. I still wasn’t worried at this point. When he returned, he has this “look” on his face that I knew I was going to jail for something – for what – don’t know, but for something. Took to the P.D. and was searched again. This time the officer said he found 3.4 of meth in my coat pocket.
Note: It was winter so I had on a FUBU Unlimited with lots of pockets.
I almost shit a brick when that cop pulled that baggie out my coat pocket, off the T-O-P. I knew it was mine but denied it to the end. Long story short, I got 7 years for possession of meth.
So now I write. As you’ll see, nothing nor nobody is off limits. I write my truths, what I see, been through. As we get to know each other – we learn more. I believe you/MB6 will enjoy this.
In struggle,
“B”