CORRUPTION, Part One, Yielding to Temptation, will settle within your mind, a great sense of appreciation and belonging to normal habitats. CORRUPTION is biographic and narrative; it highlights fifty men who suffered mental and physical pain, stress, trial, and tribulation! Some prisoners lost hundreds or thousands of dollars worth of personal property-while incarcerated-some could not afford bail money after their arrest, conviction, or imprisonment. Most lost communication with family and loved ones, especially with wives and kids. Though these men might have seemed well prepared for prison and because of illicit works, only one-just one actually wanted to go to prison! Why, because he felt prison is for the bad . . . and not for the good . . . he knew he was bad-headed for disaster of the streets! Honestly, no man-good or bad-wants confinement to prison.
Readers will feel the action, adventure as if all were happening again . . . and read minds of recreated characters-brought back to their alleged crime scenes. Yes, a touching story awaits-one that will develop deep compassion, personal emotions in all for depicted characters. As author of these true-crime stories, oftentimes . . . I slept with sorrow.
· Ages 10 to 20 - Beginning at a very young age (10 to
20), many depicted characters of Corruptionâ flirted with unlawful activities or
engaged into illicit works. Most of them, consequently, received some form of
court ordered punishment (probation, preventive counseling/programming, or
· Ages 21 to 41 - That over ninety-percent of the interviewed fifty prisoners recorded between ages 21 to 41¾without a doubt¾this book will instill instrumental purpose, teach invaluable lessons within hearts, souls and minds forming this age group.
· Ages 41+ - Even as older people age . . . somewhere along their old path they face troublesome moments (soaring expenses, robberies, swindles, burglaries, family rejection, and so forth). In light of these facts, there rests a sizable number of 41+ prisoners meshed in Department of Corrections in the United States. Corruptionâ is a guaranteed medium that will generate second thoughts of loomed crime intentions in minds representative of this age group.
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By 1994, Finally decided to pack his southern bags and move up north to tax greedy Connecticut, in a town called Manchester—the place where all hell broke loose for him. First of all, he was living hard in the streets. “I was twenty-six-years-old when I started smoking weed down south,” he calmly spoke. Nevertheless, weed was not the only drug that settled in his body during this period because he smoked cocaine. “It was the ‘in-thing’ to do” he commented. Seemingly, to Finally, getting high became a great thing—such a wonderful experience . . . well . . . until one day he got just a little too high and lost his temper.
An ugly day it was for Finally, in 1994, when he decided to pump drugs into his system and later struck an argument (over cocaine and money) with a middle-aged male drug dealer. Bad decisions—the latter provoked Finally into fight mode. Just minutes into the steamy confrontation Finally uncontrollably attacked the dealer; he repeatedly beat the drug peddler in his face with use of clenched fists and not long thereafter he overpowered the bloody falling man. Then, seconds later, Finally pulled out a gun and shot the man several times. Blood splattered heavily around the victim and about Finally. The scene painted gruesome but did not faze Finally, who robbed the seriously injured man of money tucked away inside his garments.
Finally fled Connecticut as if a frightened gazelle; he crossed over the Western state line as fast as he could . . . sunk his heels deep into California. It provided temporary hiding, near coastal waters, away from the agonized scene left thousands of miles behind in Manchester. Yet, Finally was far from being relaxed. The terrible fight was fresh and clear on his mind. Existing within is a strong wall of terror bordering his ongoing racial conscious. There was no doubt occupying space of his mind—he knew that police would find him—sooner, or later. However, to prolong his capture, Finally was careful not to get involved with California lawmen and therefore tried to live a low-key lifestyle.
Several months ahead, dismay and tiresome thoughts filled inside Finally. He telephoned a lawyer back in Connecticut and talked things over with him. The lawyer convinced him to turn himself in to California police authorities. Not long after that telephone conversation, Finally’s worst nightmare happened as he turned himself in to California police—they handcuffed and detained his person for Connecticut’s Fugitive Task Force. The Connecticut law officials swiftly arrived, anxious to cage Finally and bring him back for justice. And they did just that—fitted iron restraints around his legs, ankles, wrists, and waist—put him in a cage on the back of a transport van. It was a painstaking ride for Finally on the way back to Connecticut from the West Coast. His mental nearly broke down. Finally contemplated ways to interrupt the cursed ride—so he faked three heart attacks along the way.
During his fifteenth birthday, Hollywood tried a potent, yet, deadly drug—cocaine—in the method of free-basing. He quickly ciphered himself into a complex world-of-drugs and alcohol, now hooked for sixteen nonstop years of his life. Hollywood was admitted (up to thirty times, seen three to five days a week) to an inpatient Detoxification Center. The scenario would get worse as he craved for heavier drinking, powder (a crust form of cocaine from intravenous use by needle injection). Added to his obsession for harmful substances, Hollywood developed massive lust from patronizing prostitutes—disrespectful women that seduced and increased his appetite for their style—another foul play of Russian roulette.
Hollywood enjoyed his fast living experiences in Florida, even still, when diagnosed in 1992 with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. His corrupt life still would not lose momentum, though news flashed of the HIV virus in his system. He continued protected, unprotected sexual intercourse with many women, and fulfilled his seemingly uncontrollable want of drugs and alcohol. Hollywood stole money and jewelry from people and businesses to support his expensive habits. He lost respect for himself and people in general. After he exposed news of his illness to social workers and family members, hoping to find comfort, instead “they treated me unfairly”, Hollywood charged.
Criminal rampages by Hollywood engineered him to stay “high” and these acts helped to thrust him into a burning inferno—straight to jail. During the mid-90s, Florida police twice arrested and charged him with possession of cocaine, delivery of cocaine, and grand theft (automobile). He served time for the latter in Florida state prisons: Central Florida Reception Center, South (SFRC), Polk Correction Institution, and New River West. He transferred unto the Department of Parole and Probation upon completion of his last sentence, which played a role in his decision to relocate back to Connecticut. Hollywood thought that moving back to the Northeast would lessen his desire, taste for alcohol and drugs.
Brooklyn, Connecticut seemed the perfect town for Hollywood, having spent the last thirteen years prowling illuminated streets of Florida. That was, until he met a very attractive woman called Precious, who extracted his sense of humor and manly type-behavior and just before a toppled vase could shatter on a floor. An argument brewed from simple talk in their home. It grew intense with violence. Hollywood nearly ended the heated debate with a sudden slap across Precious’ face. Yet, Precious got the last hit when she called police, who slapped a set of handcuffs on Hollywood’s wrists and charged him with threatening. Consequently, the judge . . . .
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I found this true crimes' book highly interesting! Excellent writing! These fifty short stories emotionally moved me. I smile, laughed, and cried. The book fully educated me about streetlife and exposed disturbing acts of everyday people, police, court room officials,lawyers, public defenders, prosecutors, and correction officers. When I started reading this book I could hardly put it down! Inside, fifty men suffered mental and physical pain, because of court convictions for alleged crimes committed. Two thumbs up for the author of this book who interviewed all 50 characters inside prison walls of Connecticut Department of Correction! I recommend everybody to read this one--it is more than powerful!