My Name is Alexander Bovine, and I am being bussed
To a maximum security, prison called the Red Onion State Prison in Wise County.
The day I arrived, they told me that I was at Red Onion now, and if I act up, they would kill me, and nothing would be done about it.
That was an eye opening start to what was going to be a long stay, for what I had done. My crime was admittedly a terrible one, but the drugs that had a hold of me
Took my conscience and will a prisoner.
I murdered innocent elderly couples for their money and valuables to supply my drugs, and I never thought about any person but myself.
When they caught me, I was still in the couple’s home, asleep on the kitchen floor.
I murdered this couple with a hammer, got what valuables I needed, then went to the kitchen and fixed me something to eat, and then made the mistake of sitting down a minute.
When I awoke, two police officers were throwing down on me with their guns shouting Obscenities and ordering me to get on my stomach.
I was scared and confused because I did not know where I was or what I had done.
As they lead through the house to the front door, I looked at two elderly people not yet covered up with their heads bashed in. I vomited a missile onto the floor
Moreover, all over the officer that was leading in front of me. He gasped and looked at me as if he wanted to shoot me.
Well I have said enough about my crimes, now I speak of the crimes of the “RED Onion”.
My first day arriving I already told you about ( The Threat) but after being signed in to the prison by the driver, they took me and the rest of the inmates to a room where we were probed and prodded, sprayed with hot water, and given shots.
Then we were processed, and given the only clothes that we would be wearing in this place for a long time.
In a perfect line, we were lead down a long hallway right by all the other inmates, Cold and naked, with chains on our wrists and legs.
Most of the inmates just looked down as the other inmates whooped and hollered sexual things at us, but I stared at each inmate as I passed them with uncaring eyes.
When we reached our cells, we were unchained and welcomed to the cellblock
By the guards, our welcome was they hitting each of us in the ribs with their sticks, as we walked into the cell. I could hear each guy before me scream in pain. When it was my turn, I was at least prepared, as I walked into the cell I felt the crushing blow and fell to the floor.
I heard the cell door close, and the guards laughing as they walked away. I would remain there for the rest of the night. When I woke, I heard the guards instructing
The inmates out of their cells. I hurriedly put on my clothes and got ready to explore
My new home. The cell door opens and I step out and get in line next to an inmate that was about 6 foot 10 and about 300 pounds.
I look up at him and he is looking down at me with a smile that was to me…