CHARLESRICHARDSHEETZ-BOOK
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SHERRY ANGEL of Death
) By Charles Richard Sheetz
Lord, it’s a dark, dreary, rainy day. I am scared, I don’t want to die, but I know that I must.
The path I have followed for the past thirty years has lead me to this final scene of my
miserable life, and a date with the yellow Momma on death row at Holman’s women prison in
Holman, Alabama.
Here I sit in my gray prison smock prisoner # 36438 lying on my hard bunk listening to the
buzz of the clock on the wall, in the hallway outside of my cell. I can see it and as I watch the
second hand racing around that oval dial nearing twelve o’clock midnight, I drift back into my
dreams and think of the times when I was a little girl before I met Cecil, the first man who
violated me and sent me on this path sky rocketing to hell.
I was born Sherry “White Dove” Tucker on another dark, dreary, rainy day. It was the 13 th
of September, 1935 in a clap board shack in a shanty town on the Rio Grande River
between Rio Grande Blvd. and Hwy 40 in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
My pregnant Momma Tilly “The Tits” Tucker spit me out of that gooey womb after just having
sex with three truck drivers from over at the Five Points Truck Stop on Hwy 40. Momma was
a lot lizard, a hooker, a whore. That’s how she fed herself. She was sixteen years old and
already an alcoholic. Alcohol and Peyote Mushrooms or any other drug consumed her life.
She did what ever it took to get them and escape reality.
Momma had been born a half breed on the Alamos Navajo Indian Reservation over by the
Gallinas Mountains south of Albuquerque. She was pretty and had a ripe young body and
had 44 inch breast that stood out making her look almost top heavy. They were a real
attraction to men. Tilly had long brown hair that ran down past her shoulders, green almond
shaped eyes and high cheek bones. She was pale in color especially for an Indian. She had
an exotic look.
As she lay there on the cold floor in that dirty, dingy shack screaming and crying trying to
force me out of her body, she cursed me and wished every bad thing that this world could
produce upon me for coming into her life and causing her so much pain and suffering. The
old sayings don’t wish for something because it very well may come true, in this case it did.
This old world shit all over the child that was getting ready to make its entrance into it. Tilly
was thinking the last thing she needed was a snot nosed little bastard around to take care
of, it was all she could do to feed herself and keep herself in booze and drugs.
Sweat was pouring down her face. She screamed saying “God I need a drink”, and looked
over at the kitchen table, there setting in all its golden beauty was a new full bottle of Four
Roses whiskey. A partial payment for her services to the three stinking truck drivers who had
left an hour ago. She couldn’t get up, the sharp pain between her legs and stomach would
not allow her to get up. As she lay there in all her misery she saw under the kitchen table
that damned stray bitch mongrel dog Tracy. The dog was whining and watching with concern
in those large dark brown dog eyes. Tilly had kicked, beat and even thrown hot water on the
dog when she first came around, but the sorry bastard kept coming back and she finally let
her stay. Often times when she was alone with her and sober she would talk to her confiding
her innermost secrets and thoughts.
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SHERRY ANGEL of Death
) By Charles Richard Sheetz
Lord, it’s a dark, dreary, rainy day. I am scared, I don’t want to die, but I know that I must.
The path I have followed for the past thirty years has lead me to this final scene of my
miserable life, and a date with the yellow Momma on death row at Holman’s women prison in
Holman, Alabama.
Here I sit in my gray prison smock prisoner # 36438 lying on my hard bunk listening to the
buzz of the clock on the wall, in the hallway outside of my cell. I can see it and as I watch the
second hand racing around that oval dial nearing twelve o’clock midnight, I drift back into my
dreams and think of the times when I was a little girl before I met Cecil, the first man who
violated me and sent me on this path sky rocketing to hell.
I was born Sherry “White Dove” Tucker on another dark, dreary, rainy day. It was the 13 th
of September, 1935 in a clap board shack in a shanty town on the Rio Grande River
between Rio Grande Blvd. and Hwy 40 in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
My pregnant Momma Tilly “The Tits” Tucker spit me out of that gooey womb after just having
sex with three truck drivers from over at the Five Points Truck Stop on Hwy 40. Momma was
a lot lizard, a hooker, a whore. That’s how she fed herself. She was sixteen years old and
already an alcoholic. Alcohol and Peyote Mushrooms or any other drug consumed her life.
She did what ever it took to get them and escape reality.
Momma had been born a half breed on the Alamos Navajo Indian Reservation over by the
Gallinas Mountains south of Albuquerque. She was pretty and had a ripe young body and
had 44 inch breast that stood out making her look almost top heavy. They were a real
attraction to men. Tilly had long brown hair that ran down past her shoulders, green almond
shaped eyes and high cheek bones. She was pale in color especially for an Indian. She had
an exotic look.
As she lay there on the cold floor in that dirty, dingy shack screaming and crying trying to
force me out of her body, she cursed me and wished every bad thing that this world could
produce upon me for coming into her life and causing her so much pain and suffering. The
old sayings don’t wish for something because it very well may come true, in this case it did.
This old world shit all over the child that was getting ready to make its entrance into it. Tilly
was thinking the last thing she needed was a snot nosed little bastard around to take care
of, it was all she could do to feed herself and keep herself in booze and drugs.
Sweat was pouring down her face. She screamed saying “God I need a drink”, and looked
over at the kitchen table, there setting in all its golden beauty was a new full bottle of Four
Roses whiskey. A partial payment for her services to the three stinking truck drivers who had
left an hour ago. She couldn’t get up, the sharp pain between her legs and stomach would
not allow her to get up. As she lay there in all her misery she saw under the kitchen table
that damned stray bitch mongrel dog Tracy. The dog was whining and watching with concern
in those large dark brown dog eyes. Tilly had kicked, beat and even thrown hot water on the
dog when she first came around, but the sorry bastard kept coming back and she finally let
her stay. Often times when she was alone with her and sober she would talk to her confiding
her innermost secrets and thoughts.
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It was November, 1942 and the El Lobo’s were having a meeting under the highway 40
bridge by the river. Chico had asked her to come along with him. He said “litro uno, {little
one}, how would you like to be a member of my gang”? Sherry couldn’t believe he was
asking her this; Chico had been her hero ever since she had came to when he had pulled
her out of the river. She said “you want me in your gang”? Chico said “yes little sister”. It was
all Sherry could do to keep from screaming with excitement, she said “yes I want to be in
your gang and I will never do anything that would hurt any of you”. Chico put his arm around
her shoulder and patted her on the head and said “I know you wouldn’t little sister, you will
have to do anything we tell you to do without hesitation and you will have to be voted in by
the rest of the gang and last of all you will be tested by blood, does that scare you”? She
said “no”. Sherry trusted Chico with her life and did not believe he would do anything to hurt
her.
Sherry knew the gang had material things that the rest of the kids or grown ups in the
Shanty Town had. She had guessed because of their stealing, but that didn’t bother her at
all. They were also like a family, something she had never had. They watched out for each
other and if you bothered one of them you had to face the wrath of the rest. She had no one
except Tracy and she was starting to get old and any more she would often stay at the shack
when she went out she couldn’t stay up with Sherry. Tracy was having trouble with the first
stages of arthritis setting in.
When they got to the meeting place by the river. Blade said “what’s the litro punta (little
whore), doing here”? Chico’s face got red and his eyes got hooded and had a mean look to
them. Sherry had never seen them like that, he looked Blade straight in the eyes and said
“don’t call her that again, she is not her mother, comprende mi amigo (understand my
friend)”? Now Blades face turned red with anger, he was pissed, no one talked to him like
that except Chico and he didn’t like it, but Chico was the leader and to fight him would mean
taking on the whole gang. He was crazy, but not that crazy, he knew he had a good thing
and didn’t want to mess it up. Blade looked at Sherry and he said “perdonar mi pequeno
amiga (forgive me little one)”? His eyes were not in agreement with what his mouth was
saying, but Sherry said “that’s ok”, and held out her hand for a hand shake on it. He looked
at her hand like it was tainted, but took it anyway and dam near squeezed her fingers off.
Sherry didn’t let on that he was hurting her, he finally let go and she wanted to shake her
hand to get the blood flowing again, but she was afraid Chico and Blade might fight and she
didn’t want that, it would not be a good start in the gang.
Chico said “I asked Sherry to come; I want to put her up for vote as a new member of the
gang”. Blades face hardened, he stood up and said with all the control he could muster
“Chico she’s a little wasp girl, no girl can belong to the El Lobo’s, I don’t believe this shit
man”. Blade looked around at the rest of the gang members hoping to see someone side
with him, but seeing that no one was, he turned and kicked a bucket he’d been setting on
about half way across the river. He then said “we will be the laughing stock of all the other
gang’s in Albuquerque”. Ricky the Fly said “she’s a tough little girl, tougher than most boys;
she would be great with us”. The Parrot echoed in “be great with us, be great with us, be
great with us, be great with us”. Ricky had to put his hand over his mouth to let him know to
shut up or its hard telling how long he’d of kept saying be great with us. Tito looking at every
one except Blade said “hey give her a chance, I’d put her up against any boy or girl her age,
she’s not afraid of anyone”. Blade looked at the rest of the gang with a cold vicious stare. He
couldn’t believe anyone would want a girl in their gang. He then directed those eyes at
Sherry and they sent a chill down her backbone, all she could see in those black bottomless
pits was pure hatred.
Blade said “I am dead set against it, but if you all vote her in I can’t stop you”. He then looked
at me and said “I’ll be watching you, don’t stumble”. Chico said “listen mi amigo’s Tito has
gotten too big to fit into the air vents and other small places. Sherry is the perfect size and is
fearless, lets vote”. He held up his right hand in a fist, symbolizing strength, Ricky’s right fist
shot straight up into the air, Parrot saw them raise their fists so he did too. Tito raised his
right fist up, smiling at her, winking. They all looked at Blade, after several seconds he raised
his right fist up looking at the ground.
It was November, 1942 and the El Lobo’s were having a meeting under the highway 40
bridge by the river. Chico had asked her to come along with him. He said “litro uno, {little
one}, how would you like to be a member of my gang”? Sherry couldn’t believe he was
asking her this; Chico had been her hero ever since she had came to when he had pulled
her out of the river. She said “you want me in your gang”? Chico said “yes little sister”. It was
all Sherry could do to keep from screaming with excitement, she said “yes I want to be in
your gang and I will never do anything that would hurt any of you”. Chico put his arm around
her shoulder and patted her on the head and said “I know you wouldn’t little sister, you will
have to do anything we tell you to do without hesitation and you will have to be voted in by
the rest of the gang and last of all you will be tested by blood, does that scare you”? She
said “no”. Sherry trusted Chico with her life and did not believe he would do anything to hurt
her.
Sherry knew the gang had material things that the rest of the kids or grown ups in the
Shanty Town had. She had guessed because of their stealing, but that didn’t bother her at
all. They were also like a family, something she had never had. They watched out for each
other and if you bothered one of them you had to face the wrath of the rest. She had no one
except Tracy and she was starting to get old and any more she would often stay at the shack
when she went out she couldn’t stay up with Sherry. Tracy was having trouble with the first
stages of arthritis setting in.
When they got to the meeting place by the river. Blade said “what’s the litro punta (little
whore), doing here”? Chico’s face got red and his eyes got hooded and had a mean look to
them. Sherry had never seen them like that, he looked Blade straight in the eyes and said
“don’t call her that again, she is not her mother, comprende mi amigo (understand my
friend)”? Now Blades face turned red with anger, he was pissed, no one talked to him like
that except Chico and he didn’t like it, but Chico was the leader and to fight him would mean
taking on the whole gang. He was crazy, but not that crazy, he knew he had a good thing
and didn’t want to mess it up. Blade looked at Sherry and he said “perdonar mi pequeno
amiga (forgive me little one)”? His eyes were not in agreement with what his mouth was
saying, but Sherry said “that’s ok”, and held out her hand for a hand shake on it. He looked
at her hand like it was tainted, but took it anyway and dam near squeezed her fingers off.
Sherry didn’t let on that he was hurting her, he finally let go and she wanted to shake her
hand to get the blood flowing again, but she was afraid Chico and Blade might fight and she
didn’t want that, it would not be a good start in the gang.
Chico said “I asked Sherry to come; I want to put her up for vote as a new member of the
gang”. Blades face hardened, he stood up and said with all the control he could muster
“Chico she’s a little wasp girl, no girl can belong to the El Lobo’s, I don’t believe this shit
man”. Blade looked around at the rest of the gang members hoping to see someone side
with him, but seeing that no one was, he turned and kicked a bucket he’d been setting on
about half way across the river. He then said “we will be the laughing stock of all the other
gang’s in Albuquerque”. Ricky the Fly said “she’s a tough little girl, tougher than most boys;
she would be great with us”. The Parrot echoed in “be great with us, be great with us, be
great with us, be great with us”. Ricky had to put his hand over his mouth to let him know to
shut up or its hard telling how long he’d of kept saying be great with us. Tito looking at every
one except Blade said “hey give her a chance, I’d put her up against any boy or girl her age,
she’s not afraid of anyone”. Blade looked at the rest of the gang with a cold vicious stare. He
couldn’t believe anyone would want a girl in their gang. He then directed those eyes at
Sherry and they sent a chill down her backbone, all she could see in those black bottomless
pits was pure hatred.
Blade said “I am dead set against it, but if you all vote her in I can’t stop you”. He then looked
at me and said “I’ll be watching you, don’t stumble”. Chico said “listen mi amigo’s Tito has
gotten too big to fit into the air vents and other small places. Sherry is the perfect size and is
fearless, lets vote”. He held up his right hand in a fist, symbolizing strength, Ricky’s right fist
shot straight up into the air, Parrot saw them raise their fists so he did too. Tito raised his
right fist up, smiling at her, winking. They all looked at Blade, after several seconds he raised
his right fist up looking at the ground.
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Sherry leaned forward looking into his ugly face, his mouth was partially open and she could
see those green teeth. She started to shake she got so mad she wanted to take one of the
big wrenches handing on the wall and smash those hideous teeth right down his throat.
Chico whispered “Sherry take it easy don’t do anything stupid, we have to make this look like
an accident, you don’t want Sap Gullo on your or our ass’s again”.
About thirty minutes later Cecil’s eyes started to blink and flutter, he tried to move but couldn’
t he was pinned. He opened his eyes looking at Sherry’s face trying to focus them. When he
realized it was her he said “what the fuck, what’s going on girl you come to get some
more of my old donkey dick”? She smiled at him, she had never felt so much elation, and she
was enjoying this. Sherry said “no you no good perverted bastard I’ve come to even the
account for my Tracy and what you’ve done to me, I’ve come to kill you, you ignorant
redneck”.
The realization of what was happening then hit Cecil all at once. He looked around and saw
the rest of the gang standing up against the wall. There was hatred in their eyes. He reached
up and grabbed the wheel drum and tried to push it off of his chest, but it was too heavy he
couldn’t budge it. His eyes darted back to Sherry’s face. He couldn’t believe it the fucking
bitch was smiling at him. Terror gripped his soul; he looked like a rat caught in a trap. Sherry’
s hand moved up to the jacks handle again. Cecil squealed like a bitch screaming “no don’t
do it”. She twisted the lever and the car came down into his chest about 2 inches. Cecil
screamed again, he was fighting trying to get air into his lungs but the car was pushing all his
air out. His eyes bugged out, the white part full of red veins. His face turned deep red then a
purple. He shook his head at her mouthing the words “you rotten whore”.
Sherry said “how about crying Cecil and begging for your life, I’d love to see you squirm you
dirty prick. With the last of his air he mouthed “fuck you bitch, you wanted it”. Sherry said “no
I hated it and I hate you, now you’re going to pay for what you did”. She twisted the lever
open again and the jack came down a couple more inches and she could hear Cecil’s rib
cartilages popping, she stopped the jack, she wanted him to suffer. She heard Amos say “for
Christ’s sakes get it over with”. Cecil shook his head no, once more mouthing the word “no”.
Sherry got close to Cecil’s face so he could hear her and she said “I’ve had enough of this
you piece of shit I’ll be seeing you on hell”. She released the lever all the way open and the
car dropped down with all its weight onto Cecil’s chest breaking his ribs and his spine
sending slivers of bones into all his vital organs. Blood gushed from his ears, mouth and
nose; some even seeped out of his eye balls where the veins had burst.
As Cecil’s brain was shutting down a black vale was coming over it. He could see all the faces
of his little victims. They were crying and begging for mercy and for him not to hurt them.
Then they all stopped and pointed their fingers at him and started to laugh. They all had
wings and were ascending towards heaven, he was falling down, down, down and it was
getting hotter. Within a minute his body stopped quivering and he was deader than a door
nail. Sherry looked at him and said “it’s over”. Tito said “Sherry you ok”? She shook her head
yes. The gang had never seen their little sister like this, it made them nervous. She was more
cold blooded about this than any of them.
Chico said lets finish this up. He jacked the car back up and kicked it out from under the car,
so it looked like it had slipped and fell on him by accident. When they were through they
headed for the Wolfs Lair.
Cecil was found the next day and to the police it looked like a pretty cut and dry case. They
wrote it up as an accidental death. His body was buried over at Oak Lawn Cemetery; his
grave had a small metal marker on it. The next day the gang went over and paid their
respects and pissed on the grave.
From that time on Sherry was a different person. She still cared about the gang members,
especially Tito, but she became uncaring and indifferent about anything else especially other
people. She was beginning too realize she just didn’t like most people. Sherry had taken her
first step in becoming an Angel of Death.
Sherry leaned forward looking into his ugly face, his mouth was partially open and she could
see those green teeth. She started to shake she got so mad she wanted to take one of the
big wrenches handing on the wall and smash those hideous teeth right down his throat.
Chico whispered “Sherry take it easy don’t do anything stupid, we have to make this look like
an accident, you don’t want Sap Gullo on your or our ass’s again”.
About thirty minutes later Cecil’s eyes started to blink and flutter, he tried to move but couldn’
t he was pinned. He opened his eyes looking at Sherry’s face trying to focus them. When he
realized it was her he said “what the fuck, what’s going on girl you come to get some
more of my old donkey dick”? She smiled at him, she had never felt so much elation, and she
was enjoying this. Sherry said “no you no good perverted bastard I’ve come to even the
account for my Tracy and what you’ve done to me, I’ve come to kill you, you ignorant
redneck”.
The realization of what was happening then hit Cecil all at once. He looked around and saw
the rest of the gang standing up against the wall. There was hatred in their eyes. He reached
up and grabbed the wheel drum and tried to push it off of his chest, but it was too heavy he
couldn’t budge it. His eyes darted back to Sherry’s face. He couldn’t believe it the fucking
bitch was smiling at him. Terror gripped his soul; he looked like a rat caught in a trap. Sherry’
s hand moved up to the jacks handle again. Cecil squealed like a bitch screaming “no don’t
do it”. She twisted the lever and the car came down into his chest about 2 inches. Cecil
screamed again, he was fighting trying to get air into his lungs but the car was pushing all his
air out. His eyes bugged out, the white part full of red veins. His face turned deep red then a
purple. He shook his head at her mouthing the words “you rotten whore”.
Sherry said “how about crying Cecil and begging for your life, I’d love to see you squirm you
dirty prick. With the last of his air he mouthed “fuck you bitch, you wanted it”. Sherry said “no
I hated it and I hate you, now you’re going to pay for what you did”. She twisted the lever
open again and the jack came down a couple more inches and she could hear Cecil’s rib
cartilages popping, she stopped the jack, she wanted him to suffer. She heard Amos say “for
Christ’s sakes get it over with”. Cecil shook his head no, once more mouthing the word “no”.
Sherry got close to Cecil’s face so he could hear her and she said “I’ve had enough of this
you piece of shit I’ll be seeing you on hell”. She released the lever all the way open and the
car dropped down with all its weight onto Cecil’s chest breaking his ribs and his spine
sending slivers of bones into all his vital organs. Blood gushed from his ears, mouth and
nose; some even seeped out of his eye balls where the veins had burst.
As Cecil’s brain was shutting down a black vale was coming over it. He could see all the faces
of his little victims. They were crying and begging for mercy and for him not to hurt them.
Then they all stopped and pointed their fingers at him and started to laugh. They all had
wings and were ascending towards heaven, he was falling down, down, down and it was
getting hotter. Within a minute his body stopped quivering and he was deader than a door
nail. Sherry looked at him and said “it’s over”. Tito said “Sherry you ok”? She shook her head
yes. The gang had never seen their little sister like this, it made them nervous. She was more
cold blooded about this than any of them.
Chico said lets finish this up. He jacked the car back up and kicked it out from under the car,
so it looked like it had slipped and fell on him by accident. When they were through they
headed for the Wolfs Lair.
Cecil was found the next day and to the police it looked like a pretty cut and dry case. They
wrote it up as an accidental death. His body was buried over at Oak Lawn Cemetery; his
grave had a small metal marker on it. The next day the gang went over and paid their
respects and pissed on the grave.
From that time on Sherry was a different person. She still cared about the gang members,
especially Tito, but she became uncaring and indifferent about anything else especially other
people. She was beginning too realize she just didn’t like most people. Sherry had taken her
first step in becoming an Angel of Death.
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Once the Diablo’s were out of the cars, we counted fifteen of them, too many to fight. Chico
looked at Sherry and said “I am sure glad you learned to swim little sister I think we are going
to get wet tonight”. Sherry said “damn Chico its cold”. Blade stepped up in front of her with
Amos, putting her and Tito behind them. He said “it’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a
brass monkey and you are going to get wet, there’s too many of them and you can’t beat
baseball bats with your fists”. Sherry was nervous she looked over at Parrot, he was smiling
that clown smile of his and he started saying brass monkey balls over and over. Sherry fell to
pieces and started laughing so hard she had to bend over it hurt so much. The rest of her
gang looked at her like she was crazy. The Diablo’s stopped approaching for a second. They
were trying to figure out what she was laughing at.
Butch hollered “you’ll be laughing out the other side of your mouth bitch after we stomp a
mud hole in your ass”. Chico said “you better get some help if you intend to stomp our asses,
you ugly prick”. Under his breath so only we could hear, he said “me, Blade, Amos and Parrot
will hold them off the rest of you run to the river and swim for it, we’ll be right behind you.
Parrot stepped up front with the rest of them and said loud enough for all to hear “you ugly
prick, you ugly prick, you ugly prick”. Chico said “now”. They all broke for the river running for
all they were worth. The Diablo’s gave chase and about seventy-five feet from the river, Chico,
Blade Amos and Parrot met the Diablo’s head on. They were fighting and running trying to get
to the river. Sherry, Tito and Ricky were in the water and God it was cold. Sherry turned
around to look and see how Chico and the rest were doing; it didn’t look good each of them
were fighting three or four guys apiece. One of them hit Parrot in the head with a base ball bat;
he was down on one knee still swinging with both fists. They were kicking him and punching
him, his brain wouldn’t tell him to lay down curl up and protect himself. He was taking a terrible
beating. Sherry sobbed out loud; she couldn’t stand it and started back towards Parrot. Tito
and Ricky also started back to help the rest of the gang. The Diablo’s were like a pack of wild
dogs. They were so intent on their victims they didn’t see them coming.
One of the Diablo’s beating on Parrot had dropped his sawed off baseball bat, Sherry
picked it up and had hit two of them, putting them down before the rest knew what was
happening. A big red headed Diablo by the name of Rooster grabbed the bat and was in the
process of taking it away from her and she kicked him square in the family jewels, he bitch
screamed, dropped like a sack of potatoes and was totally out of the fight, puking his guts up
from the pain.
Sherry reached down and tried to help Parrot up, he swung at her. She said “it’s me
Sherry”. He tried to look at her, but both his eyes were already swollen shut, he couldn’t see.
He smiled his crooked smile saying “brass monkey balls, brass monkey balls, brass monkey
balls” and laughed. He had a terrible gash all the way across his forehead and couldn’t stand
on his own. As Sherry was helping Parrot pain tore into her head. It exploded into all kinds of
colors purples, reds, blues, and bright flashes, she saw stars. She has been hit across the
side of the head with a chain from Butch. It had cut off the top part of her ear and opened a
deep gash on her head behind the ear. She was fading in and out of consciousness. She
heard Butch laughing he said “who’s laughing now bitch”? Sherry was lying on the ground
looking up; the big ape was standing over her with the chain raised. He was going to hit her
again. He stopped in mid swing and screamed like a stuck pig. Blade had came to her rescue,
he had buried the blade of his sixteen inch knife into Butches groin and was twisting the knife
sending even more pain through the big apes body.
Police sirens were coming from all directions towards their location. The Diablo’s broke and
ran. They started piling into their cars. Butch was lying on the ground next to her crying,
holding his balls or what was left of them. He hollered for his boys to get him to a hospital. Two
of them picked him up and started carrying him towards one of the cars. He made them stop
and turned around and said “Blade, you wet back son of a bitch this is not finished”. Blade said
“kiss my ass dead man, you will never see tomorrow”. Blade was right too, Butch died right at
the emergency room doors as they were getting him there.
Once the Diablo’s were out of the cars, we counted fifteen of them, too many to fight. Chico
looked at Sherry and said “I am sure glad you learned to swim little sister I think we are going
to get wet tonight”. Sherry said “damn Chico its cold”. Blade stepped up in front of her with
Amos, putting her and Tito behind them. He said “it’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a
brass monkey and you are going to get wet, there’s too many of them and you can’t beat
baseball bats with your fists”. Sherry was nervous she looked over at Parrot, he was smiling
that clown smile of his and he started saying brass monkey balls over and over. Sherry fell to
pieces and started laughing so hard she had to bend over it hurt so much. The rest of her
gang looked at her like she was crazy. The Diablo’s stopped approaching for a second. They
were trying to figure out what she was laughing at.
Butch hollered “you’ll be laughing out the other side of your mouth bitch after we stomp a
mud hole in your ass”. Chico said “you better get some help if you intend to stomp our asses,
you ugly prick”. Under his breath so only we could hear, he said “me, Blade, Amos and Parrot
will hold them off the rest of you run to the river and swim for it, we’ll be right behind you.
Parrot stepped up front with the rest of them and said loud enough for all to hear “you ugly
prick, you ugly prick, you ugly prick”. Chico said “now”. They all broke for the river running for
all they were worth. The Diablo’s gave chase and about seventy-five feet from the river, Chico,
Blade Amos and Parrot met the Diablo’s head on. They were fighting and running trying to get
to the river. Sherry, Tito and Ricky were in the water and God it was cold. Sherry turned
around to look and see how Chico and the rest were doing; it didn’t look good each of them
were fighting three or four guys apiece. One of them hit Parrot in the head with a base ball bat;
he was down on one knee still swinging with both fists. They were kicking him and punching
him, his brain wouldn’t tell him to lay down curl up and protect himself. He was taking a terrible
beating. Sherry sobbed out loud; she couldn’t stand it and started back towards Parrot. Tito
and Ricky also started back to help the rest of the gang. The Diablo’s were like a pack of wild
dogs. They were so intent on their victims they didn’t see them coming.
One of the Diablo’s beating on Parrot had dropped his sawed off baseball bat, Sherry
picked it up and had hit two of them, putting them down before the rest knew what was
happening. A big red headed Diablo by the name of Rooster grabbed the bat and was in the
process of taking it away from her and she kicked him square in the family jewels, he bitch
screamed, dropped like a sack of potatoes and was totally out of the fight, puking his guts up
from the pain.
Sherry reached down and tried to help Parrot up, he swung at her. She said “it’s me
Sherry”. He tried to look at her, but both his eyes were already swollen shut, he couldn’t see.
He smiled his crooked smile saying “brass monkey balls, brass monkey balls, brass monkey
balls” and laughed. He had a terrible gash all the way across his forehead and couldn’t stand
on his own. As Sherry was helping Parrot pain tore into her head. It exploded into all kinds of
colors purples, reds, blues, and bright flashes, she saw stars. She has been hit across the
side of the head with a chain from Butch. It had cut off the top part of her ear and opened a
deep gash on her head behind the ear. She was fading in and out of consciousness. She
heard Butch laughing he said “who’s laughing now bitch”? Sherry was lying on the ground
looking up; the big ape was standing over her with the chain raised. He was going to hit her
again. He stopped in mid swing and screamed like a stuck pig. Blade had came to her rescue,
he had buried the blade of his sixteen inch knife into Butches groin and was twisting the knife
sending even more pain through the big apes body.
Police sirens were coming from all directions towards their location. The Diablo’s broke and
ran. They started piling into their cars. Butch was lying on the ground next to her crying,
holding his balls or what was left of them. He hollered for his boys to get him to a hospital. Two
of them picked him up and started carrying him towards one of the cars. He made them stop
and turned around and said “Blade, you wet back son of a bitch this is not finished”. Blade said
“kiss my ass dead man, you will never see tomorrow”. Blade was right too, Butch died right at
the emergency room doors as they were getting him there.
Chap-3 Back to the Cesspool
A voice was saying “Tucker, inmate Tucker”. Sherry opened her eyes and it was death row cell
block bull Mr. Robert Underhill, she called him Bob. She had gotten to know him well in the last
year and a half. He was a good Christian man. He was unlocking her cell door and said “you got
visitors Sherry”. She had no idea who it could be, she didn’t feel like seeing anyone, but was too
curious and wanted to see who it was. A young guard named Kilgore and Bob cuffed and
shackled her and led her down to the visitor’s room and uncuffed her hands cuffing one of them
to a rail. She was seated behind a heavy metal mesh divider that separated her from where the
visitors sat.
Though the visitor’s door shuffled an old white haired man, he had a cane and had a hard
time walking. He was being helped by a big well built man who was ruggedly handsome. He
reminded Sherry of someone, but couldn’t put her finger on who.
She recognized the old man immediately he was John J. O’Donnell from Tampa, Florida. He
was the last man she had tried to kill. She’d stabbed him in the back and left him for dead after
taking his bankroll. They had known each other for almost fifteen years now. He had a crush on
her the first time he laid eyes on her and still even after she had tried to kill him had a crush on
her. She’d been a whore on skid row in Tampa, down on Franklin St., when she wasn’t with the
carnival traveling the country. He had started out as just a customer, and then he became a
regular. John was a widower and to him Sherry looked just like his past wife when she was young
and in his own way he loved Sherry. No matter how badly or nasty she treated him he kept
coming back, he couldn’t help himself. He was like a moth attracted to a light bulb.
That night she had been drunk and high on cocaine in a fowl mood. She had gone over to
John’s apartment and asked him for some money. She wanted to score some more coke and
keep her high going. John seeing that she was already high told her no, he said “Sherry you’re
already too drunk to be out on the streets, you will get yourself into trouble or even hurt”. Sherry
became enraged and told him no one was going to hurt her, if they did try that they would end up
dead like those other sorry low down bastards that she had already killed. John said ‘listen to
yourself girl you’re so drunk now your talking nonsense, you’re out of your head. He didn’t know
that she was very mush telling the truth, the alcohol and drugs and unlocked her tongue.
John turned around and said “I’ll get you a blanket and you can sleep it off on the couch”. He
was headed to the hall closet. Sherry snapped her brain zoned out from the drugs and she lost
control screaming “you dirty son of a bitch I want that money and I want it now”. She reached into
her bra and pulled out her deadly Buck knife snapping it open. She ran up behind old John and
slammed the blade into his back, hitting him between the 8th and 9th ribs. He fell to the floor
moaning “oh my God girl what have you done to me”? He was lying on his stomach. Sherry
reached around into his back pocket and took his wallet. It contained about $300.00 dollars the
last of his retirement check for the month. She rolled him over onto his back and he moaned
“Sherry how could you do this to me I love you”. She reached down and wiped the blade of the
knife across his chest, looking into his face saying “I’ve killed you, you old dumb bastard just like
all those other no good men in my life”. Evan as she said those words a voice inside was telling
her why did you do this to one of the few people in the world who really cared about you, but the
drugs and her need silenced it.
Sherry stood up and closed the knife and put it back into her bra and put his wallet in her
pocket and headed out the door to skid row for some drugs. In her haste to leave the scene she
left the front door to his apartment wide open. Luckily for John his next door neighbor came
walking by and saw him lying on the floor in a large pool of blood and called the police. The
ambulance and police arrived just in time and got him to Tampa General Hospital and were able
to save his life.
After he was seated old John’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at Sherry. He reached his
hand up laying it flat on the wire mesh divider. Sherry placed her one uncuffed hand on his on
the other side of the mesh. He started shaking his head from side to side and said “oh my pretty
little girl are you all right, have they been treating you ok”? Sherry didn’t love old John, but was
very fond of him and he had bailed her out of jail dozens of times and his door was always open
to her.
A voice was saying “Tucker, inmate Tucker”. Sherry opened her eyes and it was death row cell
block bull Mr. Robert Underhill, she called him Bob. She had gotten to know him well in the last
year and a half. He was a good Christian man. He was unlocking her cell door and said “you got
visitors Sherry”. She had no idea who it could be, she didn’t feel like seeing anyone, but was too
curious and wanted to see who it was. A young guard named Kilgore and Bob cuffed and
shackled her and led her down to the visitor’s room and uncuffed her hands cuffing one of them
to a rail. She was seated behind a heavy metal mesh divider that separated her from where the
visitors sat.
Though the visitor’s door shuffled an old white haired man, he had a cane and had a hard
time walking. He was being helped by a big well built man who was ruggedly handsome. He
reminded Sherry of someone, but couldn’t put her finger on who.
She recognized the old man immediately he was John J. O’Donnell from Tampa, Florida. He
was the last man she had tried to kill. She’d stabbed him in the back and left him for dead after
taking his bankroll. They had known each other for almost fifteen years now. He had a crush on
her the first time he laid eyes on her and still even after she had tried to kill him had a crush on
her. She’d been a whore on skid row in Tampa, down on Franklin St., when she wasn’t with the
carnival traveling the country. He had started out as just a customer, and then he became a
regular. John was a widower and to him Sherry looked just like his past wife when she was young
and in his own way he loved Sherry. No matter how badly or nasty she treated him he kept
coming back, he couldn’t help himself. He was like a moth attracted to a light bulb.
That night she had been drunk and high on cocaine in a fowl mood. She had gone over to
John’s apartment and asked him for some money. She wanted to score some more coke and
keep her high going. John seeing that she was already high told her no, he said “Sherry you’re
already too drunk to be out on the streets, you will get yourself into trouble or even hurt”. Sherry
became enraged and told him no one was going to hurt her, if they did try that they would end up
dead like those other sorry low down bastards that she had already killed. John said ‘listen to
yourself girl you’re so drunk now your talking nonsense, you’re out of your head. He didn’t know
that she was very mush telling the truth, the alcohol and drugs and unlocked her tongue.
John turned around and said “I’ll get you a blanket and you can sleep it off on the couch”. He
was headed to the hall closet. Sherry snapped her brain zoned out from the drugs and she lost
control screaming “you dirty son of a bitch I want that money and I want it now”. She reached into
her bra and pulled out her deadly Buck knife snapping it open. She ran up behind old John and
slammed the blade into his back, hitting him between the 8th and 9th ribs. He fell to the floor
moaning “oh my God girl what have you done to me”? He was lying on his stomach. Sherry
reached around into his back pocket and took his wallet. It contained about $300.00 dollars the
last of his retirement check for the month. She rolled him over onto his back and he moaned
“Sherry how could you do this to me I love you”. She reached down and wiped the blade of the
knife across his chest, looking into his face saying “I’ve killed you, you old dumb bastard just like
all those other no good men in my life”. Evan as she said those words a voice inside was telling
her why did you do this to one of the few people in the world who really cared about you, but the
drugs and her need silenced it.
Sherry stood up and closed the knife and put it back into her bra and put his wallet in her
pocket and headed out the door to skid row for some drugs. In her haste to leave the scene she
left the front door to his apartment wide open. Luckily for John his next door neighbor came
walking by and saw him lying on the floor in a large pool of blood and called the police. The
ambulance and police arrived just in time and got him to Tampa General Hospital and were able
to save his life.
After he was seated old John’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at Sherry. He reached his
hand up laying it flat on the wire mesh divider. Sherry placed her one uncuffed hand on his on
the other side of the mesh. He started shaking his head from side to side and said “oh my pretty
little girl are you all right, have they been treating you ok”? Sherry didn’t love old John, but was
very fond of him and he had bailed her out of jail dozens of times and his door was always open
to her.
Chap-6 Big Man & the Midget
As she landed on the floor on the other side, she saw Ricky making his way up and aisle way
towards the front of the store. Sherry heard a scratch and a whimper of some type and
whispered loudly “Ricky what was that”? He turned towards her and said “I didn’t hear anything
probably this old building making sounds”. He turned again headed for the front of the store and
that’s when Sherry looked up and saw a ladder being lowered from the attic entrance to the floor.
Down the ladder came Woody carrying that crazy dog and that long shot gun. She didn’t have
time to warn Ricky and ducked back behind some large boxes. Woody hadn’t seen her all his
attention was on Ricky. The bastard had been lying up in that attic every Sunday for the last 8
months to catch who ever it was that was stealing from him. It had become a real vendetta to him.
He was consumed with rage and with getting the sorry assholes that had been robbing him. Now
he had one of them trapped in the store with him and Carl, life couldn’t get any sweeter than that.
Woody’s face was a cherry red; he was working himself into a lather. He was mad enough to kill
and right there in front of him was the target. He raised the shotgun to his shoulder and took aim.
Ricky hadn’t seen him and before Sherry could yell to warn him Woody shot him in both legs
with a round of double 00 buck shot. These are shells with 9 smaller bullets inside, the size of a
25 caliber bullet. The lead pellets tore through his legs breaking the bones in both. They hit
Ricky with such a force it knocked his feet and legs straight up in the air, throwing him about 10
feet from where he had been standing. Chico and Amos started kicking the door trying to get in
to help us, but the big red head had nailed it securely and also had two by fours nailed across it.
No one was coming in that door or going out it.
Woody walked over to Ricky and laughed saying “so your one of the thieven bastards whose
been stealing from me, how’d you like my little welcome. You little scum bag”? He then grabbed
the crank telephone and told the operator to send the cops to his store that he had just shot one
of the thieven bastards. He walked back over to Ricky and said “who’s with you”? Ricky was in a
lot of pain, but he said “fuck you, you big prick”. Woody smiled and said “oh a tough guy huh”. He
turned to Carl and said “get him boy”. Like a demon Carl went after Ricky’s throat. He raised his
arms to protect himself. The dog was ripping his arms and chest up trying to get at his throat.
Woody started to laughing and said “now how tough are you, you little no good bastard”.
Sherry was the maddest she’d ever been in her life. Woody’s back was to her and he kept
hitting Ricky over the head with the barrel of the shotgun as Carl tore at Ricky’s flesh. Sherry had
her knife out and ran up behind Woody and jammed her buck knife all the way to the hilt into his
back hitting his kidney. Woody dropped the shot gun and fell. He grabbed at his German Lugar
and was trying to pull it out of its holster, but Sherry drove the knife into his hand. He screamed
letting go of the gun, she snatched it out of the holster and shot Carl three times, he yelped once
rolling over deader than a mackerel.
Sherry could hear police sirens coming. She turned to Woody pointing the gun at his face. He
was shaking like a leaf and said “please girl don’t kill me. He then started to babble like a baby,
please don’t shoot me, my God don’t shoot me”. She looked into his eyes, she believed in her
heart she could see the devil there. She looked down at his pants there was a large wet spot on
his crouch and it was getting wider. The sorry asshole was pissing all over himself. She didn’t
know why but it struck her funny and started laughing at him. Woody seeing her laugh relaxed a
tad and let out a long breath of air. She saw the reaction and said “when you get to hell tell Cecil
that I sent you”. She raised the gun up taking aim. Woody opened his mouth to plead for his life
and she shot him right in the mouth, the bullet knocked out his two front teeth passing on into his
brain. His big body was jumping up and down on the floor in its last death spasms. Sherry
thinking he was still alive shot him two more times in the head.
Sherry went to Ricky he was in bad shape. One of the bullets had hit an artery and he was
bleeding to death. She said “Ricky come on brother don’t you die on me”. He was going into
shock, but he looked at her, he could hear the sirens they were close. He said “get out of here
sister, don’t forget about me and take care of yourself”. She said “you are going to be all right”
He said “not this time, mia amiega bios condios”. His head rolled to the side and he stopped
breathing. Tears blinded Sherry’s eyes, she bent over and kissed Ricky goodbye. The cop car
came to a screeching halt outside and two cops started banging on the front door yelling for
someone to open it.
Sherry heard someone else yelling, looking up she saw Tito’s face at the window he was
standing on Amos shoulders. He yelled “come on Sherry; get the hell out of there”. She heard
wood splintering; the two cops were putting their shoulders into the door trying to break it open.
She fired the last two rounds through the stores front window. Both cops jumped back behind
their patrol car and blasted away at the door with their 38 police revolvers. Sherry turned and
ran, jumping up to the window and started pulling herself through it when she felt a hot searing
pain on the side of her head, it was like someone slapped her there with a pipe and it had a
stinging feeling like she had been stung there by a bee. Tito helped pull her the rest of the way
out. She was getting dizzy. One of the bullets the cops had fired had ricocheted and grazed her
head adding another scar to her ever growing collection.
As she landed on the floor on the other side, she saw Ricky making his way up and aisle way
towards the front of the store. Sherry heard a scratch and a whimper of some type and
whispered loudly “Ricky what was that”? He turned towards her and said “I didn’t hear anything
probably this old building making sounds”. He turned again headed for the front of the store and
that’s when Sherry looked up and saw a ladder being lowered from the attic entrance to the floor.
Down the ladder came Woody carrying that crazy dog and that long shot gun. She didn’t have
time to warn Ricky and ducked back behind some large boxes. Woody hadn’t seen her all his
attention was on Ricky. The bastard had been lying up in that attic every Sunday for the last 8
months to catch who ever it was that was stealing from him. It had become a real vendetta to him.
He was consumed with rage and with getting the sorry assholes that had been robbing him. Now
he had one of them trapped in the store with him and Carl, life couldn’t get any sweeter than that.
Woody’s face was a cherry red; he was working himself into a lather. He was mad enough to kill
and right there in front of him was the target. He raised the shotgun to his shoulder and took aim.
Ricky hadn’t seen him and before Sherry could yell to warn him Woody shot him in both legs
with a round of double 00 buck shot. These are shells with 9 smaller bullets inside, the size of a
25 caliber bullet. The lead pellets tore through his legs breaking the bones in both. They hit
Ricky with such a force it knocked his feet and legs straight up in the air, throwing him about 10
feet from where he had been standing. Chico and Amos started kicking the door trying to get in
to help us, but the big red head had nailed it securely and also had two by fours nailed across it.
No one was coming in that door or going out it.
Woody walked over to Ricky and laughed saying “so your one of the thieven bastards whose
been stealing from me, how’d you like my little welcome. You little scum bag”? He then grabbed
the crank telephone and told the operator to send the cops to his store that he had just shot one
of the thieven bastards. He walked back over to Ricky and said “who’s with you”? Ricky was in a
lot of pain, but he said “fuck you, you big prick”. Woody smiled and said “oh a tough guy huh”. He
turned to Carl and said “get him boy”. Like a demon Carl went after Ricky’s throat. He raised his
arms to protect himself. The dog was ripping his arms and chest up trying to get at his throat.
Woody started to laughing and said “now how tough are you, you little no good bastard”.
Sherry was the maddest she’d ever been in her life. Woody’s back was to her and he kept
hitting Ricky over the head with the barrel of the shotgun as Carl tore at Ricky’s flesh. Sherry had
her knife out and ran up behind Woody and jammed her buck knife all the way to the hilt into his
back hitting his kidney. Woody dropped the shot gun and fell. He grabbed at his German Lugar
and was trying to pull it out of its holster, but Sherry drove the knife into his hand. He screamed
letting go of the gun, she snatched it out of the holster and shot Carl three times, he yelped once
rolling over deader than a mackerel.
Sherry could hear police sirens coming. She turned to Woody pointing the gun at his face. He
was shaking like a leaf and said “please girl don’t kill me. He then started to babble like a baby,
please don’t shoot me, my God don’t shoot me”. She looked into his eyes, she believed in her
heart she could see the devil there. She looked down at his pants there was a large wet spot on
his crouch and it was getting wider. The sorry asshole was pissing all over himself. She didn’t
know why but it struck her funny and started laughing at him. Woody seeing her laugh relaxed a
tad and let out a long breath of air. She saw the reaction and said “when you get to hell tell Cecil
that I sent you”. She raised the gun up taking aim. Woody opened his mouth to plead for his life
and she shot him right in the mouth, the bullet knocked out his two front teeth passing on into his
brain. His big body was jumping up and down on the floor in its last death spasms. Sherry
thinking he was still alive shot him two more times in the head.
Sherry went to Ricky he was in bad shape. One of the bullets had hit an artery and he was
bleeding to death. She said “Ricky come on brother don’t you die on me”. He was going into
shock, but he looked at her, he could hear the sirens they were close. He said “get out of here
sister, don’t forget about me and take care of yourself”. She said “you are going to be all right”
He said “not this time, mia amiega bios condios”. His head rolled to the side and he stopped
breathing. Tears blinded Sherry’s eyes, she bent over and kissed Ricky goodbye. The cop car
came to a screeching halt outside and two cops started banging on the front door yelling for
someone to open it.
Sherry heard someone else yelling, looking up she saw Tito’s face at the window he was
standing on Amos shoulders. He yelled “come on Sherry; get the hell out of there”. She heard
wood splintering; the two cops were putting their shoulders into the door trying to break it open.
She fired the last two rounds through the stores front window. Both cops jumped back behind
their patrol car and blasted away at the door with their 38 police revolvers. Sherry turned and
ran, jumping up to the window and started pulling herself through it when she felt a hot searing
pain on the side of her head, it was like someone slapped her there with a pipe and it had a
stinging feeling like she had been stung there by a bee. Tito helped pull her the rest of the way
out. She was getting dizzy. One of the bullets the cops had fired had ricocheted and grazed her
head adding another scar to her ever growing collection.