The Beginning

I'd been with this bitch on and off over two years. She'd fucked off twice with all my gear and I'd kicked her out once. Almost from the start she was stealing from me. [if you're into blaming the victim, please start your own thread]. I'm not talking pennies here, but several times it was over $A1,000

When I got back here on the 15th of November, she stole $100 on the 17th, P2,000 on the 19th and $150 on the 26th. Final fucking straw. She'd been sleeping in the loungeroom for ages and we just weren't getting on because of her stealing and lies and she was treating me like shit

As most of you probably know and as someone pointed out, I had posted about getting away from the bitch and looking for monthly accomodation for myself and storage for my furniture

Nogas helped me out on the storage by offering me space at Villa Modesto. His offsider Ding had been here to see me on Tuesday the 4th I think, to arrange a truck.

She asked what was it about and I told her I was putting my things in storage. Why? Because I don't think they'll be here when I get back. Then the accusations of another girlfriend and another house for the non-existant gf started. It was a long fucking day and night, believe me, not helped by the fact that I was sick [still getting over it 6 weeks later]

She was pregnant, I was certain it wasn't mine. I'd only had blowjobs from her since April. She fucked off with me gear in April while I was in Australia. I found out she was pregnant after I took her back in May/June. She tried to say it was mine, but I said don't waste ya breath

On the morning of Wednesday the 5th of December, she said her and the kid were going to Angeles so they didn't have to watch me leave and gave me a love note asking me to stay etc. They both kissed me goodbye and left. About 9am by now

She'd asked for money and I gave her P4,000. The rent, electric and water were paid. I told her I'd be back in three weeks to see if her attitude had changed. Unknown to her I was actually gunna be back in a week. I'd also told her I was going to Oz that night when in reality it was the 6th

I went to Villa Modesto to drill a hole in the aluminium door frame on the converted carport so I could put a padlock through it. Went to Sydney Hotel and paid for a room for the night and arranged a late checkout for the next night in time for my flight from Clark to Singapore

Back home and finish the packing that I'd been doing up till about 3am. Had just finished about 11am and was ready to text Ding and have a shower.

Then I hear a noise at the gate; there's a cop car there and a couple of cops talking to the sheila from next door. They call my name so I come out. He asks if he can come in. Asks to see my passport. Asks my staus, then for my ACR-I. Hands them back and asks me to accompany them to the copshop. Why? Joy's made a complaint. What about? Later

Into my car and the cop joins me. I ask again what it's about. He says Joy claims I molested her daughter. I was flabbergasted. He says she probably just wants money, then says something about anything I say will be used against me.

Station 4

I parked out front of station 4 just off Fields and we went in and I sat down. Bitch and the kid were in the same cubicle as was a female cop

Cop started to question the kid. Kid would discuss it with the mother. Mother, kid and cop would all discuss it and the cop would type it out. Highly illegal in Australia, but this is a backward, 3rd world, corrupt country

I was eventually put in the cell, unlocked. Young girls just come and go in and out of the copshop and cell area. Probably looking for their benefactor

The cell is about 8' by 5' has a bottle in the corner to piss in, almost full. Cardboard on the floor, 2 barred windows, a coke bottle full of water which I used as a pillow. They gave me a chair to sit on

A cop tells me eventually that the cunt wants P70,000. I offer P50,000. I'm texting people for help by this stage. Nogas rings and says pay the P70k. I say I can't, there's no-one around. He keeps saying don't quibble over P20k, pay it. I have to yell at him eventually to get him to understand that there's nobody there for me say anything to. Cops hear this and come and get my phone off me saying it's not allowed. [coulda had a fucking gun or knife on me for all they knew]. I ask for the cop who'd told me the price and they say he's on checkpoint

A Pommie by the name of Dave, whom I don't know drops in to see me twice. I think he said Jimmy D sent him. It was nice to see a friendly face

Willie Rivera's assistant drops in. Says he was sent by Richard Agnew. Says Willie will be at the fiscal hearing. I ask about food, he says he'll mention it to Richard, but I never got anything

The king of the corrupt cops arrives, first time I'd ever seen him. Takes me into an office and reads the statement to me that at 6.30pm on the 4th I climbed naked on top of the kid who was sleeping in the loungeroom next to her mother, and "put your dick head, the head of your dick into her pek pek many times""

I said they never sleep at 6.30 and I wasn't home at 6.30 and have at least three witnesses to prove it. He got angry and said "7 year olds don't lie!" What fucking planet is this fuckwit from? All kids lie and for Filos it's a national pasttime; if there was a lying World Championship Flips would win it hands down every time

The extortion king says I need to talk to the cunt, but he doesn't wanna get involved in any money matters; yeah, fucking right

She comes in with this smug fucking look on her face and starts waffling on. I tell her OK, I'll pay the P70k. What P70k? The P70k the cop told me you wanted. She storms from the room, she obviously knew nothing about any P70k

When she comes back she's looking smug again. She says she wants P500k. I say i've got p70k and can probably borrow another P30k. She says you were gunna spend P1.2mil on half of that bar. I say he was gunna lend it to me. So he can lend it to you for this then, so we can make a new start. I say no way he's gunna lend it for that. You can go to jail then. Back to the cell

She comes in later and says about money again. I say I don't have a phone to contact anyone. She goes and gets my phone. I text a heap of people telling them where I am and that she wants P500k and that they're about to take the phone off me again. I turn the phone off again so they can't use it. She asks if I want my meds, I say what's the point

The cops had previously taken my car keys so I woulkdn't escape in it. She asked them for the keys, they asked me, I said no fucking way

The cops tell me later that the frame-up king insisted that I be charged and that when the bitch came back we'd be going to see the Fiscal [prosecuter].

They took me out into the main office, but it was freezing fucking cold so I asked to go back into the cell. Cop says it's better for you here, but eventually let me go back in; at least I could sleep there and be warm

She eventually turns up about 11pm. Has my meds, I say no good, I haven't eaten. Asks if I want food. I say just let me die, as I lay there tring to get some sympathy. waste of fucking time, the cold-hearted cunt

I had a cellmate soon, a pissed Flip who wasn't a bad bloke. He was telling me about the jail with some helpful hints. Was there for assault. Got another one later, in for peeping

In the morning a cop in plain clothes took me into the office. Asks if I want something to eat [I hadn't eaten in over 30 hours by now] and gives another bloke money to get me some Jolliebee. Refused to take any money from me, saying his job was to help foreigners and gave me his card. I thought he was some shit-kicker, but he was a superintendant

He said because it was more than 24 hours since I'd been arrested, the Fiscal would release me pending further investigation. Great i thought. Found out later the bitch was told the same thing which was why she was late the night before and wouldn't answer their calls that morning

They eventually tracked her down at ONA hospital and brought her to the copshop. I was photographed and handcuffed and into the SUV. The cunt and the kid were inches away, they do things strange here

Nogas had earlier arranged for Ding to pick up my car so the cops couldn't steal it

Off to City Hall. Fiscal is a grumpy old cunt. All the discussion is in Tagalog, all the legal books and paperwork in English.

He asks the kid a couple of questions, listens to mostly the mothers replies. Not interested in my alibi. Starts reading from the lawbook, different charges, all unbailable and carrying the death penalty, which no longer exhists

At the end he says as a result of his investigation [that's a fucking investion?] blah, blah, off to jail.

Back into the car. Cunt starts asking me where I've put the trike. I say, ya fucking kidding, that's the least of my worries. She says I could at least talk nice to her. I don't lelieve this shit. I tell her she won't get a cent now as I'll have to spend it on the lawyer instead

Back to the copshop, more bullshit then into the car again. Cops open the door so the reporter and photographer can annoy me and ignore my claims of extortion

Off to ONA. Blood pressure taken. Questions about health problems and medications. Most answers ignored and not written down. Sow cop tells the bloke the "victim" was 7 and he shakes his head. I say don't shake ya fuckin' head mate, it's not true. He replies, that's for me to prove in court.

Back to the car.

I never saw the phone again, she reckons she gave it back to the cops, the cop reckon she didn't. I'd say 90% chance that she stole it and pawned it. All my banking details were in a secure software wallet in the phone which made it very hard later for obtaining money. Trying to remember different fucking PIN's, web log-ins and passwords etc

Jail Arrival

From that dump ONA, off to station 174 which is at the jail. Fingerprinted, sign the sheet; this was the first piece of paper I had to sign or was even shown.

Over to the jail and handed over, cops said goodbye

More paperwork and fingerprints by an inmate, booked in by a BJMP [Bureau of Jail Management and Penology] guard. I had still never been searched

Taken to cell 10, thoughts from books and movies going through my head, the ones about king-hitting the biggest bloke. I was introduced to the Bastonero who asked who, what, when, where etc; introduced me to a few others and from then on looked after me.

The place is self-ruled. Each cell has three positions, the Mayor [they pronounce major], Vice-mayor and the Bastonero who's trustee ID says "Quarter-in-charge". The whole jail then has a Mayor of Mayors and his Vice. The Bastonero basically runs the cell. If you have a problem you go to him, then up the line if it's not resolved.

The Bastonero explained things to me. P1,500 for VIP treatment, then P200pw; not surprisingly, this was more than anyone else was paying. For this I really was treated like a VIP though, they'd stick a chair right in front of the TV and fan for me, fuck everyone else. Two days like that watching unintelligible, mind-numbing Filo TV

The cell had, along both sides, a series of cubicles they called tureemas, about 7' long, 4' wide and 4' high. I had the option of paying P2,000 to share one of these with another bloke or sleep on the floor with the multitudes. Not hard to guess which option I took. There were two levels of tureemas on each side, with open ones under the ceiling. All up, about 40 blokes in the tureemas and 25 on the floor with cardboard or mats; fuckin' hard to get through to get to the dunny during the night

I hadn't had a shower or change of clothes in two days by now and I stunk. The Basto lent me a t-shirt, towel and stuff to have a tabo shower.

There were two dunnies at the back wall of the cell, with a twin sink kitchen area in between. There was poor water supply, so water was carried into the cells every day in 25gallon drums and stacked in the dunnies and kitchen area.

The basto also said I could run up a credit card for extra/better food than what the jail provides which is rice, fish and vegies for two meals a day. Card was grossly overcharged and was virtually paying for the whole VIP table, 6 or 7 blokes. This was the only table, brought into the cell for each meal. Everyone else ate on the floor inside or outside the cell. They nearly always asked what I wanted, but could never provide the lobster, prawns and steak I asked for.

Explained about counts at 7am, noon, 5/8/10pm. Told me to stay next to him and everyone would know I was looked after and wouldn't bother me.

I couldn't believe the fascination these blokes had with my tattoos. Nary a one without many tatts, but they couldn't get over mine. It was mainly the colours I think, they'd never seen yellow, orange and purple before, plus probably the skin contrast. This went on for several weeks

Almost every bloke had some kind of connection with Australia, including the guards. Some had been there, some had family or friends there

Everyone was always making sure I wasn't depressed, they said foreigners had a tendency to crack up sometimes.

There were two toilets for 66 blokes, which is better than an A320, but not so good when showers are factored in. Also, one dunny was reserved mostly for VIP and visitors, which made it hard on the other one. They had to shit/shower/piss two-up, while I had privacy. They made sure I got two showers a day as well

There was a definite pecking order in the cell and those with no money did all the work, cooking, cleaning etc. Those with money did nothing, those with a business dealt only with it

My friend Wayne Rush was a godsend, visiting many times and bringing me everything I needed. He also arranged the Attorney with Mo after being introduced by Roadslut. He went to my house on the 6th looking for me and asked Joy who said I was dead. He went to station 4 who told him I was at the Fiscal, who said I was at station 4, who finally told him I was at the jail. Some stuff I needed he managed to get out of Joy such as toiletries, clothes, towel, medicines and shopped for other stuff; mattress, pillow, fruit, washtubs, toiletries

Nogas contacted a lot of people, Mo, HTH etc, unfortunately he also involved the frame-up king

Still In Jail

As I mentioned there are five counts a day. Everyone into the cells except for those needed to stay outside and watch over the cooking. They had three ways of counting; line up in rows of five with four sitting/squatting and one standing, then from the rear the first bloke standing would put his arm out, say "5" and they would all stand, 2nd row "10", etc. This was the quickest;
2nd way was to line up in three rows, standing, then count from the front and sit down, 1 through 65
3rd was the slowest, three rows again, in alphabetical order. Guard would say surname, inmate says first name and sits down. This was the slowest
Eventually, after count the door would be unlocked and blokes would gradually filter outside

Cooking was done on charcoal fires outside the cells, not too bad except when they were cooking dried bloody fish

A couple of guards had taken the time to talk to me about my case and australia and one had even apologised for what happened to me.

9th I got a phone call from my asawa in Australia, couldn't fucking believe it. When I hadn't arrived in Perth on Friday night she thought maybe I'd had a heart attack and rang station 4. They told her the details until she said she was my asawa, then they clammed up.

10th Inmate Xmas party. A guard wanted me to play Santa, but I declined. The Mayors, Vice-mayors and Bastos had dance routines to do, it was quite funny to watch. Also the baklas. The girls were brought over from their section, what a fucking horror show

My cell cooked up 27kgs of spaghetti, with 27kgs of spaghetti sauce, several gallons of tomato sauce and about 1kg of pork mince for about 700 inmates

11th 150 girls and a few blokes from Holy Angel University came for a service. Even the ugliest was a step up from the female inmates. They were allocated 4 to a cell to give the inmates some gifts [rice etc] and talk to them

12th Wayne had been to ask Joy for some stuff for me yesterday and found out she'd had the baby. I said too bad the cunt didn't die [she was reading over my shoulder, but I think she missed this bit]

14th Wayne said Joy rang and asked if she could visit me, I told him yes

15th Joy visited, brought KFC, my toothpaste and a storage box for my clothes that Wayne had organised.

Said that the cops told her the same as me, that I'd be going home. Said she wanted me home and would do an affidavit to withdraw the charge and didn't want any money. Daughter was angry and blaming her for me being in jail.

Her ex-bf's mother and sister had been to see the baby , said it wasn't his, slung her P500 and fucked off. She said it was definately mine, light-skinned and looked like me.

Said it was Tan who set the P500k figure, but wouldn't tell me what hers was. Found out later that he's tried to get her to ask for P1mil

I gave her the Attorney's card and told her to contact him to arrange affidavits. Said she'd be back tomorrow

16th Attorney arrived about 11.30, said he'd picked Joy up last night and taken her to SM to eat. She told him she'd do the affidavit's but now wanted P300k. She told him she'd be visiting at 1pm. He said if I get it sorted with her, for her to ring him and he would tell her to be at court lunchtime tomorrow to take her and daughter before the judge. She never turned up for visit

17th Mondays are cleaning days and visitor-free. These cunts are absolutely obsessed with cleaning. The cells are stripped and they wash and clean everything. The staff had their Xmas party, so we had an early lock-in at 5pm.

18th Joy came, claimed she was sick on Sunday. Said she was still not sure about me which was why she went back to wanting the money. I told her she had to make up her mind, me or the money, she said she'd make up her mind tonight. The sow Cop kept trying to meet with her but she was refusing.

19th Joy brought KFC and some t-shirts, was the nicest to me than she's been since May and said she'd drop the charge for no money. I wrote an admission for her to sign that the charges were false and she signed it; this was purely for my own benefit as it would have no legal standing. She was to ring solicitor tonight and go to court as soon as possible

20th Church service in the morning with the female dragons, plus some honeys from a college. Joy and solicitor both came, paperwork was done and filed with the court

21st Joy and daughter met Duro at court, did affidavits and lodged them, unfortunately the judge is now on holidays till the 2nd, so hearing set for the 3rd

23rd The credit card was spiralling. I'd complained about the cost the first two Sundays [settlement day] saying I don't mind helping out the cell but I'm not gunna pay for the whole fucking VIP table. The basto claimed I wasn't. Today when they hit me up for an average of P325 a day for the week when I was eating under P100 worth was the final straw and I said no more credit card. The basto said aren't i going to eat and I said not on the CC. Each time they called me for the next couple of days to eat I declined, they finally got the message

For the same cost I was able to pay for food for me, Joy and kids and the hangers-on and Joys transport each day to visit me

24th Nogas sent a box of goods. Written on it was "Contents: hacksaw for cut bars. Rubbers, condoms.

Soap, don't drop in shower in front of Bubba. What kind of bird can't fly? A jail bird = Tezza" It had 2 lts of UHT milk, peanut butter, loaf of bread, 3 cans of tuna, 3 cans of chilli con carne, coffee, mayonaise, toilet paper and soap. It was very thoughtful. I gave most of it to Joy to take home and bring in as I needed

About the 2nd day in I was introduced to Arnie [Arnel] a Yank born on Clark to a Filo mother and Yank father. He used to work for Norman.

He was raised in Texas and can't speak Tagalog. He had two black eyes from being bashed by the barangay cops. He was having a bit of trouble from some inmates cause he didn't look like a foreigner. They'd try to talk to him in Tagalog and he'd reply "I don't speak Tagalog", I told him to try "can't" instead of "don't" as it sounds like he's refusing to.

He had no money and no visitors so was doing it a little rough, though was running up credit for food and VIP and had a Flip in his cell who'd lived in the states taking care of him a bit

The first time Joy brought KFC I'd given Arnie some and put some on the VIP table. Apparantly they didn't like this I found out later. He was told by his Mayor that he was no longer allowed in or near my cell.

Not long after I got there, the basto had asked if I would buy 10kgs of pork for the cell for Xmas and I agreed. When this bullshit with Arnie happened I told him he could forget about it. He came to me later and tried to tell me bullshit about my cellmates having previously had problems with him. I told him I knew he was lying as the Mayor had already told Joy the real reasons; someone had gotten the shits when I gave Arnie KFC and some of them reckoned he was brainwashing me against them. Anyway, he was no longer banned cause they wanted the pork.

In the end I gave Joy P1,500 and told her to take her transport out of it and buy whatever she could with the rest, fuck 'em. She ended up getting 8kg so she said, but looked less to me. She arrived at 10, left at 1pm and said she'd be back at 5, but didn't turn up til 7.30, with her daughter and stayed till 10pm. There was extended visiting because of Xmas. Said she'd be back tomorrow with the baby

25th, Xmas Day Joy never showed. About 3pm LOVEACPI & GF, and Sangriaone arrived, a big surprise. They came bearing gifts from themselves and Confetti Jim for the not-so-wise man; oranges, mandarins, grapes, pears, water, gatorade, pepsi and a great hardcover WEB Griffen. Daniel also had a printout of wellwishers which was good to read. He said he'd be back in a few days with a bucket of KFC

My son's birthday, turned 15 in las Vegas. I hadn't been able to relay anything to him or his brother which was hard on me.

Each cell was allowed to buy so many bottles of brandy, they asked me to contribute but I declined, last place in the world I'd wanna have a hangover.

26th Joy arrived with the baby, daughter, her friend with husband and three kids in tow. [these 5 extras are still in my house]. They arrived at 11.10, too late to get in. Sent word they needed money for food, I said she can fucking-well wait, it's her own fault. Finally got in at 2pm. Baby very white, seems to have the family chin. Brought me duck for lunch, a salad roll and a mango. She reckoned she had no-one to look after the kids yesterday so couldn't make it.

She said the solicitor bought the three of them a xmas present when she'd gone to his office to get copies of the affidavits for me - I wanted top actually see what was in them, just to be sure. Said she wanted to stay over Friday night, but only wives can do that. Said back tomorrow. I gave her P2k to pay the midwife

Wayne came, had emails from asawa and friends, brought me money. I told him to pay two months rent on the house now that she'd done the affidavits

They never called me for a shower in the morning like they usually do. When I asked why they said after visitors. No visitors were showering, so I asked again and was told after the Mayor. When I pointed out that he was writing a letter I was told there's no water, which was a blatant lie.

27th Lock-in till 9am for some reason. I asked again about a shower and was lied to again about no water. I complained to the basto who also lied about no water and said I needed to buy my own drum. I pointed out there was no room for more drums. I went to the Vice, but he wasn't interested, so I said I'll go to the mayor. I got a shower about an hour later

I was moved to another tureema, the bloke I was sharing with had OCD and we were driving each other crazy; I'd been his 6th bunkmate

Daniel arrived, brought fruit cups, cans of vienna sausage and chocolates from Wazza. While he was there I witnessed the only violence of my stay. The mayor punched a bloke hard in the chest and slapped him hard across the head, walked away then came back for more but was talked out of it. Apparantly he'd complained about the visitors using too much water and the mayor said they can use the fucking lot if they want, the visitors are gods as they bring food and money

Daniel didn't appear to notice but Joy saw it. I didn't even know she was there, but had been for an hour, not wanting to interupt, but also listening to see if we were talking about her. She started reading the AC2 posts but was getting upset about what some blokes were saying about her. I had to placate her by saying they don't know the full story

Goodbye 2007

New Year, Same Shit