Yes folks, believe it or not I did. It was 1989, I was incarcerated in the Kern County Juvenile Hall in Bakersfield. I had already done 6 months previously so this was a walk in the park. I knew the ropes.
During the waiting period to be transferred to the Kern Youth Facility I managed to land my self a position in the kitchen. This was awesome. Everyone wanted to have the opportunity to be in there for a few reasons. One being, you got out of your room more and away from the day room. Second, you got to listen to music while in there. Third, you accumulated more points. The points were gained by your activities participated in, attending school, behavior and if a coin could bounce off your bed after you made it. At the end of the week those with the most points got to stay up late on Friday night watching movies and enjoying snacks such as popcorn, granola bars and soda.
The head kitchen guy had tattoos and told us about a tattoo on his right forearm that he cut out because it had been gang related. You could see the gnarly scar. He would tell us stories. We alternated music stations from one night to the next so we all got to hear what we liked at least one day a week.
One day this new girl came in. I will keep her name anonymous. For the purpose of this blog I will call her Sherrie. She was welcomed to my group. A day or two later she turned two of us from the group onto the dope she had brought into Juvy. She said she didn't have a choice but to put it in her privates to keep from getting busted. Boy, oh boy, being locked up and tweaking was no joke. Way too much time in your head. You start thinking weird stuff.
So, off to kitchen detail. I was so relieved to be out of the room more than ever. Only I didn't want to wash the pots and pans again. I always did that. I had asked in the past if I could run the industrial dishwasher and was denied every time. The people who ran it said it was real easy and all you had to do was rinse everything and put the stuff in. Pots and pans required bending into the sink that would hurt your back by the time you were done. I asked again and once again I was told no.
That night in my room I started thinking about why does he always tell me no. I came to the realization that hey, it was only the prettier girls who got to do it. I was mad. He is a pig. I decided the next day that after all the cleaning of dishes and we were all doing the cleaning of counters and such that I would put some cleaner in his drink.
Next day, as usual he put his drink in the same place. I had noticed where all the cameras were a long time ago and knew the cameras wouldn't see anything. The whole crew at one point or another would pass by his drink. With my bottle of cleaner I adjusted the nozzle so when I would walk by I could do a quick direct shot in. I did this several times. When we were all done he took a drink and started yelling about somebody putting something in his drink. He lined us all up. He went on yelling. He asked who it was. I was a little nervous. I didn't know you could taste cleaner. It's not as if I had sampled it beforehand. He asked if anyone seen who did it. Everyone said no. Damn I was good. But obviously not good enough because he knew someone had done it.
Anyways, my karma came two days later when staff caught onto our tweaking. But that's a whole other story.
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