The First Night In Prison
When we were last together Jay had just been sentenced to 4 years in prison for selling drugs. Jay was in a state of disbelief and, having never heard the story before, I was pretty shocked too! But, remarkably, there’s an awful lot more story to tell so let’s pick things back up with Jay.
“The first night in prison is rough. You go in and they’ve got this thing called a pen. It’s like this big square plastic thing you’re processed through. And oh mate, it was seriously disgusting. I mean there’s stuff dripping down cracks in the corners and it was just really really bad.
And there was so much to get used to. I remember, even that first night, another prisoner just started going mental, banging on the bars and shouting at the top of his lungs, ‘I WANT MY METH, I WANT MY METH!’ over and over and over for absolutely ages because he was addicted to heroin.
And all I could think was, “Four years! Four…years…”
Now about a year into my prison sentence, I remember saying, ‘If there’s a god, then you owe me because all I am is a good, honest, drug dealer yet here I am stuck in prison!’ And I sat counting up all the good things I used to do, I gave my seat up for old ladies on busses, I wore my poppy, I respected girls, and I was always faithful to my girlfriend. Like, we had a code of conduct and we genuinely thought we were good people.
We was just old school heads, doing our part in breaking down culture and enjoying the rave music. The whole scene was like a family! In such a way that even some of the shocking pettiness and squabbles that pop up in churches just wouldn’t have been possible in rave culture. It changed quite a bit as time went on but originally it was really close-knit like that.
So the entire time when I was in jail I was proper angry. I remember sitting in Jail, two years in, and I was selling drugs inside. People were bringing me drugs into jail and I wasn’t changing none. One of my friends said to me, as we were looking at 4 bare walls, ‘You’re gonna miss this when you’re out.’
I laughed my head off because there was no way I was ever gonna miss being banged up in prison! But I remember when I got out and I was sitting down with a pint at a pub and I suddenly knew what he was saying. Because the few of us who were in prison together, there was just an intensity of relationship that forms a sort of family. None of you wants to be there but you’re all riding it out together, trying to watch each others’ backs along the way.
So I do remember sitting there, out of jail, and really oddly missing that feeling of togetherness with those guys. It’s a sort of community belonging born out of feeling like you shouldn’t be there! No other environment I’ve been in builds that.
But coming out of jail, I hadn’t learned anything. I jumped straight back into my old ways by getting a thousand ecstasy pills. This is three days after I get out of jail!
My friend says to me, ‘Hey Jay, come do a bit of work for me.’ We got in his car with two other guys, they’re totally tooled up of course. He hands me a bag and tells me to go sit with it inside Victoria Station while he sorts the money.
So I’m sitting there nervously and I sort of cautiously open this bag and find that it’s full of what must be about 10,000 ecstasy pills. I’m thinking, ‘Oh brother! I’ve only just got out of jail, if I get caught with this they’ll send me away for at least 10 years!!!’ But, in the end, nothing happened and I took 1,000 of them as payment.
So I continued that way, selling them for a while. But then things changed in a big way when I got involved in importation. I was asked to be involved and so we started bringing in 50kg or 100 kg of drugs at a time from Colombia and all over. We’re talking hundreds and hundreds of keys of stuff from all over, in different ways, and we were pretty brazen about it.
I still remember chilly mornings spent at the seaside with a bunch of blokes running up and down the beach offloading boxes into vans as fast as we could while normal people were just walking by with their dogs and whatnot.
Then of course we was just distributing that all around London. And I’d made money from drugs before but not like this, we made loads of money doing that. In a way, things seemed like they were going good for me.
But then one day a bit of work went wrong. Me and the boys were told we had to come along to a meeting. The tone was dead serious. We were told that everyone had to come but we might not be coming back from this meeting. It turns out nearly half a million pounds had gone missing.
They explained that we better not run because if we didn’t show up for this meeting they’d find your families, our wives, our mums, whoever, and make them sit in the meeting in our place.
And I’d been working with these people long enough to know they had access to a number of pig farms and that one of the things they used those farms for was to get rid of bodies. The only thing that pigs won’t properly digest is teeth and so if you go through the pig poo and break up the teeth, that’s job done. There was a saying that everyone knew in this line of work, ‘If you want to play, you’ve got to be willing to pay…’
So there were five of us in the car on the way to this meeting and I looked at my friend in the rearview mirror and I tell you, I was so scared I couldn’t even swallow. Five men, there were five of us in that car. None of us were new to this business. But not a single word was spoken. We were terrified. We all knew there was a very good chance we wouldn’t come back from this thing alive…”
Jay’s story will be told in three parts. Tune in next week for the finale!
Listen to Jay’s latest rave mix over on the Soliquidas Vol 3 playlist →