fluffy2560 wrote:Cynic wrote:....
Somebody mentioned the Prison; it was right next door to our Maritime camp in the city. We had a couple of guys in there doing life for murdering a prostitute. In Belize prisons, you don't get fed, your family bring you food and you get what's left after the guards have stolen the best parts. Anyway, we had to bring our guys food, so every day, my driver would drop off a couple of 24-hour ration packs for them. The first day we did it, the guards did their usual trick of stealing most of it, but nobody told them the 2 Brits were both special forces guys, who after they "trained" the guards on the correct way to deliver their rations, then went about sorting out the gangs in the prison.
What happened to those two guys in there for murder? Did they get out or are they still in there?
With the right palm greasing I bet they could have got out and been spirited away or set up to serve their sentences back in Blighty.
Wow, don't think the Rasta guy we met in Belize was in for murder, hope not at least!
Probably was something to do with drugs but not sure.
Murder,I am not interested in even meeting anyone who did something so horrible.
I worked in New Mexico with a really nice sweet little lady in a beauty salon.
She also held a full time job as a rom cleaner at Intel.
I asked her why she was working s hard.
She told me her son was in a NM prison fr murder and she was trying to hire him yet another lawyer.
It was sad to see her slaving away like that.
Her son was a teenager and attended a house party.
Sme guy wanted to beat him up, they guy was larger so her son pulled out a kinfe and killed the guy.
Wow, in my teens we attended a few crazy house parties that had some univited gang bangers types show up. Lucky for us some of the older college kids knew them and told them to be nice or leave.
Scary really since they hated my friends and I to death.
Growing up in a small town the only thing on weekends for teens to do was go to house parties or the movies.
My BFF Lisa had 2 really cool parents.
She was the youngest child so I knew her older siblings who had gone to school with my older sisters.
Her bro was in college and still living at home when we were in high school.
Her parnets would go camping every single Friday and return home Sunday afternoons.
We had the house to ourselves for 30 some hours.
We only had our good friends come over, Lisa had her bros college friends over, about 8 guys and there were about 6 to7 of us girls. We basically had 2 different parties going on since the rules were no dating between the groups, just friends strictly. The guys were sort of stoner nerds anyways but nice and they all had cars.
We would listen to records, laugh, smoke ,drink beer and make a run to the pancake house at midnight.
We'd hang on early Sundays and clean the house before their parents came home.
All fun and games until Randy Vance barffed on Lisa's mom's brand new sofa.
Parties came to a full stop after that.
After that we all went to concerts together, saw the Stones for the first time with Lisa, her bro and about 5 of his college buddies.
It was a bonus to know stoners in college .They always had the best smokes.
I'm still in contact with one of the dudes, he is a grandfather who married a very pretty nice Hippie chick in college. They live in AZ and travel around in their RV.
He no longer speaks with Lisa's bro, they had a fight over politics, weird.