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humility as best I could a few years back and still recognized there was a lot of work. One way I was forcing the growth to occur was through psychology. In the past, I had always believed the lie I told myself since street life began in my teens that courage was stepping up when nobody else would. That lie turned into robbing drug dealers, selling drugs, and trying to regulate that life style. Now I was telling myself that real courage was being who God intended me to be and praising Him openly when and where it wasn’t cool to do so. I got the first chance to work on myself some more.
     
     
    Jason came to the cell door. Scott, my cell mate already told me he was an active Skin Head from the Death Valley. He had olive colored skin and was decent looking. I looked at his large round shaved head and his well built but soft body at about 200 lbs. He was young but trying hard. He started with, “I’m Jason and my job is to run a check on new arrivals in this building. Are you a Wood or a Skin Head?”
     
     
    I stood at the cell door smiling, ready to have fun. “Wood floats so I’m not made of wood. What does a Skin Head stand for?” Jason didn’t look like he knew how to answer. I knew Skin Heads were mostly harmless punk rock skate boarders who were mostly just anti-social and anti-establishment who teamed up together smoking cigarettes. I loved most of them but the state of California was breeding them in prisons and many were turning into bully’s who tried to lord it over the rest of the White race as inferior.
     
     
    Jason figured out an answer and stood even straighter. “I’m a Skin Head who lives by the 14 principles and 88 precepts.” I got more serious as he did and said, “Good I’m going to hold you to them!”
     
     
    I completely turned everything around on him. He was supposed to be running a check on me and I was the one running a check on him. Good times.
     
     
    Jason looked like he was getting pissed and I smiled as he regrouped back to the person in charge of running a check. He asked, “Where are you from B.J?” I gave a look that said I was deep in thought and then answered, “Where I lay my head is home.” Jason looked like I was making this way harder than normal. He asked, “No what county are you from and who do you run with? Are you gang affiliated?” Jason started looking irritated. He was getting to bold for me. Plus the questions were too personal. I gave him my irritated face and said, “I’m from my momma that’s where I’m from.”
     
     
    It looked like Jason decided I was crazy 5150. It also looked like he realized I weighed the same but with a much harder and more explosive build. He calmed down and asked, “Are you gang affiliated.” I looked straight into his eyes and said, “Jesus was born in a manger and He is my Landlord.”
     
     
    I watched Jason’s face change and enjoyed the confusion. He couldn’t figure me out and thought I had to be joking. He grunted, and then got back to business. “I need to see your paperwork.” I answered fast and knew I would find out how seasoned he was. “Which paperwork, my 128-G the state gives us for the criminal history of all my charges that includes if there is gang affiliation, sex crimes or arson at the bottom?” Jason looked surprised I already had that paperwork. He was slipping. The only way I could have this paperwork was if I had come from another prison mainline or Hole and I had already done both. He should have been asking me those kinds of questions first so I had to find out if he even knew what kind of paper work that transfer represented. “Do you know what a 114-D is Jason?”
     
     
    I had flipped it around again and he didn’t realize it. He proudly answered, “The 114-D paperwork is the prison report for why you were put in the Hole-Ad-Seg.” Jason started to realize he wasn’t the one running a check and I couldn’t help but laugh at the different emotions his face ran through. This