Jason Pfledderer

I Thought I Was Tough...Then I Went to Prison Jason Pfledderer

I had been locked up about a year and a half or so when I received word that my sister had been implicated in some illegal activities involving drugs. Her friend, "Dave," had been busted with possession of methamphetamine and to seek a better deal for himself, he worked hand in hand with the police to set up my sister. His conniving did not keep him from prison, and by chance, Dave found himself at the same prison that I was in. I went to the most notorious white gangs - the Aryan Brotherhood and Saxon Knights - to discuss particulars about what Dave had done to my sister. I asked how much a "SOS" would cost me. Because the complaint against Dave was legitimate (I had proof) and because of the fact that Dave had already been labeled a snitch, the cost was $100. For a quick " Benjamin Franklin," I was going to wreak justice for his treachery. Without anyone's interference, I could bang him up so badly that I was assured he would do some time in the infirmary (hospital). Such was my plan in response to a "problem." I had done everything correctly...