Wednesday, 20 May 2015

One year on..

On May the 6th 2014 I was released from federal custody. 

After a few days of working out, watching people tattoo each other with staples, accidentally going to a meeting of the Nation of Islam instead of Jummah, sketching and assuring people that the nine month maximum sentencing they where facing was really, really, not a big deal, i was tipped off that ICE (immigration and Customs Enforcement) where coming to put me on my plane home back to the United Kingdom.

I shaved, said my goodbyes, gave away the few remaining items of clothing, bags of coffee and sugar, changed into the pair of jeans, shirt and jacket i had kindly been sent to come home in and shackled, given a bottle of water and plonked in the back of a plastic coated squad car with a VERY hard plastic seat, to be whisked five hours through picturesque American countryside into the hustling busy streets of New York City..

During the drive i remember looking out the window and hearing the faint rustling on the radio of a Metallica tune playing in the distance. My two cuffed hands swiftly knocked on the plastic divider and asked the two incredibly unfriendly agents to turn the music up, which they did, to a deafening level, then refused to turn it down for the rest of the journey despite the fact that we had no reception and where listening to white noise.


At first it was really nice to just sit outside the airport, albeit cuffed in a squad car being looked at like a bloody murderer, just because i was actually, kind of, in the street in New York and could just see normal people walking around doing whatever normal people do everyday. Might seem a bit weird but considering i'd only been able to see the random passers by from my window in MCC for 30 months, no one while in Brooklyn's MDC and rabbits and cows through the chain link double razor wire fence in MVCC, this was quite an experience for me.

Despite the unfavourable looks..

Two hours in though i was started to get worried, especially as the ass hole agents in the front kept looking at their watches, tutting then asking each other what they should do. What started as me enjoying watching the world go by rapidly escalated to me praying that the other agents who had come to escort me to the plane would just hurry up and get me the fuck out of here as, if they didn't, i knew it would be another couple of days until the next flight and worse than that, five more hours sitting on a rock hard plastic car seat back to the county jail and back.

Luckily for me they showed up and in typical New York fashion (the agents in MY car where country folk) where sporting fitted caps, showing bubble gum and upon seeing me shackled and looking very tired, screamed at the two morons who drove me here for not taking off my hand cuffs or getting me anything to eat or drink. After my cuffs where begrudgingly taken off by the two idiots, i walked into the black people carrier and took a quick spin to the departures part of the airport where, after apologising for their colleagues behaviour and repeatedly calling them cock suckers and assholes, they escorted me past all security checks, shook my hand, wished me luck in the future and let me walk onto to the plane on my own to begin my journey home..

Soon after finding my seat i was greeted by Marco the Italian lawyer and an American business man.

Once we where up in the air i asked them to have a drink to celebrate a very special day, which they did, after an hour or so the business man asked what we where celebrating, which i didn't respond to but after a few questions of,

"new job?"

"getting married?"

He smiled, poured some more whisky out of his little plastic bottle and gave me another drink..

"So YOU'RE the guy the ICE agents where waiting for.." 

I just smiled back.

"Don't worry buddy it's not where you've been it's where you're going.."

Since then a lot has changed.

After a few months resting, recuperating and thinking about where exactly i was in my life, what i wanted to do and the all important task of weening out the plans i had made over my years in prison that where not realistic and those that where in my grasp, or where realistically achievable, i was blessed with a couple hundred pounds and made my way back to London to start life again..

A lot has changed since then..

I'm currently at the end of my first year studying, have moved to a new city, live in my own apartment and with a lot of hard work and planning the vast majority of goals have been reached and new experiences seem to come every day, but the experiences I had in America haven't been as easy to move on from as I had hoped. 

Due to it being a year to the day of my release, I had taken some time to think about the past twelve months, what I had hoped to achieve and whether I am happy having now achieved it and just how well i am in general being back, outside, doing the things i had wished to do over the forty four months i was incarcerated.

My experiences in America, the behavior i witnessed, what i had to do mentally and physically to get through that part of my life is not something that i have really had time to deal with. 

I often think about not only my treatment by the government but also others experiences, how easily their lives where destroyed by people that knew exactly what these people had done or, more importantly, not done. 

It troubles me. 

A lot..

It's not as easy as you might think. 

You can't just keep busy, leave it all behind you and pretend it all doesn't matter anymore just because you're home.

Thursday, 18 September 2014


It's good that as you grow up you progressively come to understand and accept your individuality. I've seen and learnt over the years the important, soul enriching parts of life cannot be rushed or sought out. They come. You do and they come. You do what you know is right for you. Everything else falls into place as and when it should. Having comfort in abilities is also key. You know deep down what you are good at and which qualities you have at your core, each pursuit that enriches your life. Follow them. Ignore external pressure to conform. There is no better feeling than following your own personal path through life and reflecting on the inevitable progress that comes with focussing on you and your own inner peace.

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

A better choice.

Early on into my incarceration i was still an individual who's behaviour
and reactions where highly influenced by my emotional state and i would
allow this to dictate how i interpreted the world and what was happening.

Being in a situation where you are buried up to your neck and attempting
to dig yourself out with BOTH hands tied behind your back is one that requires
a change in tactics to your usual operating system and this came in the form of
conducting myself in a manner that was very calm, emotionless, factual and almost
robotic and was shaped not only by the guidance of my big brother Sha but in the
trial and error efforts of running through five lawyers.

Initial conversing with these people was based heavily on my frustration with the situation i had ended up in but also on my rage at how little anyone seemed to be listening to me which, combined, did not form the most productive way to actually get me OUT of this mess and i noticed that the representation i had relished the reaction and were able to manipulate me and held an upper hand over me,

so over time i understood that this reactionary method was doing me no good,

my most comprehensive explanation that i would remind myself was that of being in a classroom taking a test and the likelihood of passing said test if in the emotional state of being angry or upset compared with a calm demeanour and efficient preparation..

Going from an angry young man, bearded and smelling of cigarettes, who would scream, throw paperwork, hurl insults and generally be on the constant brink of leaping over the table and strangling them with a tie to a composed, clean shaven, well groomed inmate wearing an ironed jumpsuit, glasses, sitting upright in my chair speaking in a monotone voice, responding to incorrect information with direct references to legal motions and statutory facts was something that had quite a direct effect on my representation..

One of them actually quit.

But that's not the point..

The point is that this change of getting things done and dealing with a challenging situation had a huge impact on the movement of my case, my own self of well being and feeling of power over my life, it was a radical step for me and one that no one really witnessed while i was inside apart from other inmates who just happen to be on a legal visit, their usual reaction being, when seeing me calmly breaking down an attorneys attempts at convincing me to do something that was of no benefit to me in any way shape or form and the usual conclusion of THEM now getting infuriated and storming out the room,

They respected me for how i conducted my business.

Although i am now, thankfully, not fighting any kind of legal proceedings
or having to deal with men in suits representing government bodies i think
this is an important reminder for me, of this period of my life and how i dealt
with a stressful situation that i did not like, in how i go about my dealings in
the outside world and the people i come into contact within the future..

Monday, 14 July 2014

-14th January 2012-


So easy to get distracted and fall off track..

So easy to be led away from healthy thoughts..

Conclusions and behaviors,


It is all a game created to break you,

Control you,

This is something that you are aware of
just stick to your guns Timmyboy..

Each day it is upto you and you alone
whether you win or lose,

Not them,

Disintigrating into a state of doubt,

worry and misery is a win for the wankers..

A day spent smiling, exercising,
listening to others, making people smile,
creating, learning, being true to yourself,

Is a loss for those cunts,

They KNOW this..

You have made it this far,

Things have only got better and better,

Have faith..

Don't judge others,

particularly your attorney and *********,

and also ***** ****,

These people know NO better,

It is NOT personal..

It is not a reflection of you timothy,

please remember this..

You can only ever do what you know,
expecting people to do anything else is wrong!

You do what you know,

or you try and learn how to be better,


An as you know..

You are (despite the conspiracy law) only responsible
for yourself, so be the best you can be, then fall back,
as there's no reason to sweat after that..

It is in the hand of god,

an he is considerably more capable at making
decisions than Timothy Ozer Guvercin..

You feel me?..

Sunday, 13 July 2014


It is a swelteringly hot Thursday afternoon,
crickets outside in the bushes are hissing away
like there's no tomorrow as sweat constantly runs
down my forehead,

I am pirched on a light coloured wooden stool
wearing a black pair of shorts that are covered in cat hair
and a pair of ankle length dark grey socks that are
coated with a thick layer of dust from the recent sand
storm we had a couple weeks back,

There are a few swimming pools here but i don't like to swim.

I feel stupid doing it.

Don't ask why..

As i'm writing this half of my weekly fast is almost done,
before i hop on my little japanese moped to go find some batteries
for an amplifyer that a good freind of mine from South London lent me,
 I want to share something with you..

so here goes..

Recently i managed to pick up some paperwork that i had
sent back before i left my prison in Manhattan and stumbled
upon a few choice words that struck a chord.



1 - Keeping calm, patient and professional
when dealing with your case

2 - Workout out, watching your diet,
getting rid of your belly

3 - Creating, writing in your books,
drawing, expanding your talents

4 - Mentally evolving,
becoming a better person,
learning, listening to others,
meditating, sharpening your

5 - Staying true to yourself,
having strength in your convictions

That is all.


Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Mal Negocio

High up in the Pennsylvania mountains,
nestled in between a scarcely populated mostly racist Caucasian community,
at the end of a winding, privately owned road framed with friendly looking trees
lays the Moshannon Valley Correctional facility..

Inside two high fences packed to the top
with thick coils of razor wire and bird feathers
is just under two thousand prisoners from every
corner of the globe,

from your average piss poor drug runner without a pot
to piss in or a window to throw it at to Columbian dealers worth
literally hundreds of millions of dollars to elderly men that got caught
sneaking across the desert border to be with their wives and children,

You can see individuals that are happy to work for 7 cents an hour
in their mandatory kitchen employment, silver haired Cuban's that
lose thousands of dollars in REAL money every week in one of the
many prison casino's,

this is a place like no other,

A hill top brimming with human beings that have been incarcerated
en masse, costing the American tax payer fifty thousand dollars a year
for each prisoner, who will never actually have a chance to step on American
soil after they have served their time nor will be in any way shape or form
rehabilitated due to being held in a private prison..

Private prison?

A prison run by a company..

Not the government..

A prison that is run for profit..

Rumor has it this company was started by three investors..

-An Attorney

-A Judge

-A Prosecutor


Tell me if i'm bugging out..
But could it not be a conflict of interests?

-Your job is to defend people facing deportation,
you get paid by the people you are supposed to be
fighting and have taken an oath to be loyal to them..

-Your job is to decide whether an individual should be sent
to prison, how long and also whether they have been
wrongfully convicted..

-Your job is to build/fabricate a case with the intention
of giving someone as much time in prison as possible on
the behalf of the United States of America..

And you choose to invest in an company that confines
convicted felon's, for profit, that coincidently has an
exclusive contract with the American government who
is ALSO your official employer?

Perhaps i am bugging out..