Most everyone in prison is a liar. If they were better liars they would be outside. Even so you occassionally hear a good story.
DeWayne was Ozark white trash and he looked the part. Thin, rangy with buck teeth and a prominent Adam’s apple, a shock of dirty blond hair and a Gomer Pyle sense of amazement DeWayne was an Ozark classic. He was in on manslaughter but didn’t seem capable of violence. So I asked for his story.
Well, I was snorting a lot of meth and had come to the end of my financial tether. I went to Larry Lippert to beg a bindle on credit. Larry told me he’d front me two bags if I’d do him a favor. He wanted me to find Darryl Draper and get him to come talk to Larry. Darryl was my best friend. He’d been cooking meth for Larry for about a year and had been shorting Larry on product in ever increasing amounts for the last six months. Larry just wanted to talk to him and that’s why Darryl was scared shitless and hiding in the woods. If Larry would have just waited Darryl would have come out on his own because he was running low on drugs and would have to emerge to hook up. But I was desperate and knew where Darryl was hidiing.
I was scared both of Larry and Darryl. My buddy was a big guy even after years of meth abuse and now he was coming off a three month binge and hiding in the woods like a feral dog. I decided to take some protection with me before talking to Darryl. I wasn’t supposed to carry guns because I’m a felon and a knife or club would be noticed. So I remembered seeing on T.V. how the bad dudes in Iraq were torturing each other with power drills. That stuff sounded right scary to me. I had an old Black and Decker rechargeable drill out in my shed. I borrowed a new battery from my brother, armed the drill with a 1 inch spade bit and set off for the woods.
Darryl was hiding in an old trailer on a back road outside of Forsythe, MO. He sometimes used the trailer as a meth cook site. It was deep in the woods and you could hear a truck coming down the road for miles. As I aproached the trailer I honked and honked to let Darryl know I was coming. After I stopped the truck I went to the bed and started fishing around like I was looking for something. As Darryl aproached I came up with the black and decker in hand and said, “Hey, look at what I just found.” Still holding the drill I walked up to Darryl and said, “Sorry buddy but I’ve got bad news. Larry Lippert wants to talk to you, today.” Darryl’s eyes got all crazy looking and he shoved me in the chest with both hands. I stumbled back a few feet but did not lose my balance and when I steadied myself I saw my friend was coming at me with a chunk of wood in his hand. I blocked the blow with my left and swung with my right. I guess the drill engaged while I was swinging and I hit him in the neck. A one inch hole in the Carotid artery bleeds out forcefully and completely in under two minutes my best friend was dead. I found what was left of his stash in the trailer and snorted it up. I loaded him in the back of the truck and took him to the Tainey county sherrif. I explained all the circumstances to them but they said, “Sorry son you’re good for manslaughter.”