Forum: How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 Chapter 9: The Sancho ~Engineereddisaster, 2018

posted Sun, 07/08/2018 - 01:27

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How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 Chapter 9: The Sancho

I have an incredibly attractive wife. On top of that she is damn awesome. Very low baggage, enjoyable to be around and always faithful. She’s an incredible mom to my kids, and even through the asshattery of me getting thrown into a Mexican prison, was absolutely determined to stick by my side. Hell or high water kids. A very very good woman.
“But Ed, you look like a tool in your AVI. How the hell did you land a 10? Don’t you kill hookers and shit too?”
Those are all valid question kids. I guess she just liked my personality. Needless to say, Uncle Ed’s wife is a very desirable woman in every sense of the word.
That’s a little backstory. Let’s get back to my story.
Time ran out and I was released from the third floor. I said my goodbyes to Raul and company and headed back out to general population.
This was kind of bitter sweet. Even though the third floor was hell, I still ran shit in that cell and it didn’t cost me anything. There was something satisfying about it.
In general population, I had my respect, but had it not been for a few hundo’s Passed around I’d still be getting my ass kicked by the masses. Prison guards included.
It was all good though. Being out, meant I could call my familia.
Before getting settled back into general population, I headed for the phones. Dialed my wife. She answered immediately. Relieved that I was still alive, I told her what happened. As we talked, I heard a mans voice in the background. I asked who it was. She responded with Kind of an annoyed...”Jake. Jake stopped by again”.
Jake was a friend of mine, but the prick had no loyalty. You know the type. He’s the kind of friend who hooks up with your ex girlfriend.
Kids, a word of advice, hooking up with your buddies ex, is straight up assholery. Even if they act like it doesn’t bother them. It does and you are a douche bag for doing it and deserve an ass kicking.
Back to the story.
I know exactly what Jake is doing. He thinks I’m out of the picture, so he’s moving in. This my friends is what our Mexican brothers refer to as a Sancho. Jake is an effing Sancho.
I tell my wife to put Jake on the phone. He answers:” Hey Ed! Holy shit bro, sorry about the arrest”.
I say:”Yeah, man it sucks ass. What are you doing at my house?”
Jake:”Ah man, just checking in on your fam. Making sure they are ok”.
Me:”They’ll be ok, they have money, and my wife is tough. They’ll be ok”.
Jake: “Yeah cool man, I was just checking to see if they needed help with the animals and shit you know, man stuff”.
Me:”They can handle it. My little boy has it all taken care of.
Jake:”Yeah man..”
I cut him off.
Me:” I don’t want you stopping by my house until I get back.”
Jake:”But I heard you might get 15 years”.
Me:”Maybe. Maybe a few more weeks, maybe 15 years. It doesn’t matter. As soon you get off the phone. You need to leave.
Jake:”But bro, I’m just..
Me:”Jake, you are a weasel. I like you a little bit. But that’s all. Not enough that I want you hanging around my house. You can take the gamble and hope you have 15 years until you have to answer to me or you can respect me and we can still be friends. Either way, you have no chance with my wife. So why risk it?”
Jake:”Man, you know me too well ha ha. Alright man. I’m out.”
Me:”Thanks Jake. Contact is only ok if she calls you, now let me talk to my wife.”
He says good by, and my wife picks up the phone.
Wife:”Thank you Ed. I can’t stand that prick”.
Me:”Want to have phone sex or something?”
Wife:”Sure. Oh Ed! Oh Ed! Did you just finish already”?
Me:”yeah. Sorry, that never happens that fast.”