RUMORS James Bauhaus 2011

Robert Wood had a deal with Mike Sexton for a quarter pound of weed. He had already paid the money. All he had to do now was wait for it to be smuggled into prison; specifically, the East Cellhouse of McAlester's worst lockup--"Big Crack".

Sexton was head of the prison chapter of "Aryan Nation", the first Nazi group in America, excluding the actual Nazi party, of course. They were a splinter off the California Aryans, many of whom got caught in Oklahoma selling large quantities of white cross speed to us county hicks. They and their money quickly corrupted some of the guards. The guards here, however, were not always very reliable or competent. Sexton's guard was this and greedy as well as sly. He stole the first quarter pound, and thus the money too, by claiming that the stuff was not at the drop point.

Sexton explained this to Robert. Robert, sensing a ripoff, got irate. Sexton assurred him that the dope would still come through, at no extra charge, since they were to be partners in selling it, only there would be a delay while he schooled the guard on business, or found another one. Wood had told all his dopie pals, weeks ago, that they would all be smoking their fool heads off soon. Now their gossip mill was working overtime, because his pals had told their dope-pals, and they were all collectively wetting themselves in anticipation of high times. Some were more disappointed than others. Some were even getting itchy and angry, unable to conceive of the subtle complexities of dope logistics.

Many more days passed while Mike gathered more money from his unsuspecting mother, sister and brother, had it sent to California, then waited for the connect to ride out to Oklahoma with another keg of speed. The speed sold quickly. The QP of weed was bought. Eventually it was given to the brother. He sewed it up into a softball cover, drove it to the prison, and, in the dark of night, he threw it over the fence where Dick Nelson could find it and bring it into the main prison from his job at the power plant.

This plan worked. Sexton finally got the dope, paid off the mule and the investors in dope, none of whom were Robert Wood.

Mike had to get his money back and make his profit for the next load from the very small remaining portion. Even at $9/chapstick cap, it would be hard to recoup. There had simply been too many hands in the pie. Worse, all dopies tend to smoke up much more than they plan to, and let their pals smoke too, for free or for the munchies, since weed is no good without friends; or food.

Again, Mike explained to Robert that his load was still in the works. While they were high together, it was good, especially after Mike left eight caps as a goodwill measure. Soon as Mike left, Robert's pals began asking questions. More filtered in, like vultures, after having either watched or been told, or after simply smelling out the party. These nosy freeloaders smoked all of Robert's caps inless than three days. Then they wanted more. They had heard Robert's story, digested it, turned it over in their cunning little minds, added their own experiences, then concluded that Robert had gotten burned.

"You paid how much? You only got four caps?" (All dopies lie to each other about quality, quantity and most everything else.) "You got took:" "Yeah: You been waiting a month!"

"Mike's been in 20 cages smoking your weed with his pals:"

"Nobody's going to rip me off like he did you:"                     .

"Yeah: You need to go get your dope:"

Robert did see Sexton smoking and joking in a lot of different cages. Robert's pals did seem to make some sense. They used anecdotes that may be true to assassinate Mike Sexton's character. Being head Nazi make enemies as well as friends. Peer pressure in prison is particularly intense. So is jealousy. Goodwill fades as dope becomes scarce. Robert's greedy, instigating buddies had their own motives, and their own propaganda fed on their fellows' propaganda. They began believing their own proposition, "mike juked us", if not the personal lies that brought this conclusion forward. When even mike's weed ran out, there was no more to buy. And the lack of weed was Mike's fault. Robert's friends reported passing Mike's cage and seeing him eating junk food, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and gambling all the time. The more that they saw Mike living it up, the more they goaded Robert go get his due. Since Robert seemed disinclined to protect his own interests, two of his most flighty "friends" would "help". They formed a plan together, then pulled Robert along with them.

Mike never went to breakfast, but the doors racked open as if he would. Robert was fairly pushed into Mike's cage by his friend. Friend Two suddenly got weak-kneed and stammered, "I'll jigger, out here". Mike's cellmate, on the top rack, saw the friend's knife and yelped in fear. Mike woke up to find himself being robbed. He immediately began fumbling under his jail pad for his knife. Friend Two watched, mesmerized, as Friend One leaped on top of Mike while bellowing to Robert, who was also stupefied, "Fill the sack: Fill the sack:"

Tangled in covers, Mike barely managed to roll friend one halfway off. By sheer luck, Mike's cellie took that moment to jump down and make his break for the door. His feet landed on friend one, knocking him all the way off. This gave Mike the chance he needed to pull his knife from beneath his pad. Without hesitation, he slashed at his opponent's neck, cutting a deep gouge. Robert yelped at the sight, dropped his sack and bounded out the door like a jackrabbit. All alone, cut, terrified and losing his struggle with the nearly naked man, friend one went into a frenzy of stabbing attacks. Only when the door threatened to close did friend one come to his senses. He dove out the door just in time to avoid being locked in til the breakfast line returned.

Mike Sexton slowly bled to death. The guard brought Robert's dope inside the very next day. Without Sexton to pass it on, it never got delivered to Robert.