The Mick’s Prison Murder

Posted on 06. Sep, 2009 by in colombia

UPDATE: The Mick’s memoir is published. See madouttamehead.com.

The Mick was busted with three kilos of cocaine soon after arriving in Colombia. He served four years in Colombian prison. His accomplices sent him money while he was inside to make his stay comfortable.

In prison The Mick gained the inmates’ respect as a star soccer player and befriended the other players.

There was a carving industry in his prison building. Inmates carved wood, stone, and other items into buddha statues and other decorative works. The Mick decided to take up carving. One day after playing soccer another player was trying to sell a billiards cueball. The Mick doesn’t remember his name; we’ll call him Niche (Colombian slang for black guy). They settled on a price of 50,000 pesos. Niche was a great soccer player but also had a taste for bazuco, crack. The Mick says Niche could get smoked out of his mind all night with that money.

La Modelo prison had a general mess hall with free food plus caspetes, inmate-owned and -managed restaurants. Although these caspetes weren’t great, The Mick had enough money that he never ate the “pitiful stuff” in the general mess hall.

The day after buying the cueball from Niche, The Mick went to eat in the caspete area. These places also had pool tables. The Mick was surprised to see one pool table empty of people. Nobody stood around the table, which had fifteen balls neatly racked – but no cueball.

Caspeteros (caspete managers) were the most powerful men in the prison. A few nervous days passed before the caspetero of that pool table asked The Mick about the cueball. The Mick lied, telling Caspetero that he’d sent it down to the carving section. He said he didn’t know it was stolen when he bought it, but it was already cut up now.

In the next days as the Caspetero followed up with the carving guys, Niche came to The Mick sweating and wearing five jackets. Inmates wore several jackets when they were anticipating getting stabbed. If a knife hit punctures five jackets, its force is reduced considerably before it hits skin, increasing the chances of survival.

Niche, on his knees and on the verge of tears, begged The Mick to give him back the ball. The Mick was justifiably angry. He told Niche he wouldn’t give him the ball, but he’d put it back on the table. Niche begged for the ball, insisting he had to give it to Caspetero. The Mick argued that he wanted to put the ball on the table himself, in a way that somebody’d see him do it. But Niche kept begging and crying until The Mick relented and gave the cueball back.

After a day or two Caspetero cornered The Mick in his cell with a knife. The Mick was surprised and scared. He insisted he already gave the cueball back to Niche. Caspetero threatened to stab him. Apparently, Niche sold the cueball again. And all this time, Caspetero was losing money from his billiards table. The Mick convinced Caspetero he didn’t have the ball, due in no small part to an agreement that he’d kill Niche.

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Prisons in gringo countries have dozens of guards. But South American prisons are run by the inmates. For every thousand inmates, there may be a handful of guards. Hence a carving industry, widespread drug use, etc.

Caspetero assigned The Mick a sicario to help. The two took knives into the yard everyday for a week, looking for Niche. However, Colombian prison doesn’t have much structure. An inmate never has to leave his cell if he doesn’t want to. The Mick and Caspetero realized Niche was holed up somewhere and wasn’t coming out.

At this point, they could’ve tracked Niche down in his crackhead lair and killed him there, but they wanted to do it in public. They both needed to set a precedent – Caspetero because Niche stole his cueball, and The Mick because as a gringo in Colombian prison, he’d have every inmate in the place riding him if he let it go unpunished.

Caspetero bribed a prison guard to find Niche, yank him from his hiding place, throw him into the yard, and look the other way. It was done the same day.

Niche hit the yard in five jackets, clinging to the wall. The Mick says this is a common scene in Colombian prison. When somebody knows they’re going to get it, they stay against the wall. Walking sideways, looking from side to side, they know it’s coming but they don’t know from where or from who.

The Mick and Sicario ran in from opposite sides. Niche couldn’t put up the least resistance before taking stabbings from both sides. The Mick says blood flew in all directions as they pounded away with their knives on Niche’s upper-body: chest, stomach, arms, shoulders.

The Mick estimates they stabbed him “29 times,” but the five jackets were preventing the knives from penetrating too deep so they kept stabbing and stabbing. They left Niche on the ground, hemorrhaging blood.

Niche survived the attack. Because of the jackets, the ~29 stab wounds amounted to little more than flesh wounds. He couldn’t move an inch in his infirmary bed, but he was alive.

The Mick learned from his best friend Tachuela that Niche was indeed alive in the Salón Rojo (Red Room, or infirmary). Tachuela was an up-and-coming prison sicario himself, taking contracts from outside and gaining respect in the prison.

Tachuela gave him the news over lunch. The Mick was stressed out. He didn’t want Niche to survive since “There are no small enemies in the nick.” During their conference, Tachuela was moved to help. He volunteered to finish the job for free.

One night Tachuela slipped into the Red Room and cut Niche’s throat while he laid in bed. And it was over.

Niche was in prison for raping, murdering, and crucifying a young girl to her bedroom wall. Also found dead was the girl’s grandmother, presumed to have come home during the act. Niche was bound to get it somehow. It was just a matter of time.

I never asked The Mick what happened with the cueball.

Read all The Mick’s stories.

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7 Responses to “The Mick’s Prison Murder”

  1. corey

    10. Sep, 2009

    goddamn.

  2. George Hutchinson

    15. May, 2010

    It’s Mack, not Mick. But pronounced Mick.

  3. Colin

    24. May, 2010

  4. christina

    05. Apr, 2011

    great story ur a great writer well done… i hav some que balls my mother was given as presents wen i was born from columbia! il hav to look into it if it could be d same ball some ar elephants an ders a beautiful eagle

  5. Boy Toy

    07. Apr, 2013

    Crazy story man. I think I’ll stay out of prison, haha 😀

  6. kevin barker

    07. May, 2013

    yeah i know Mick, by a different name though. Great jokes! Don’t know what he made of me — probably thought I was a typical middle class Canadian cunt. lol …

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