In the underworld, a denizen is called a wise guy.  In the prison community, he is referred to as “gurang” ( from the vernacular “magulang” or one who is wise to the ways of the world).  Both are street smart, clever and shrewd, as a matter of fact, they believe that they are even better than the others.  They may be living in the shadows like the Mafiosi or serving time in prison but they are never seen, nor they never even felt that they were victims at all.  In fact, they know all along that they are on top of the food chain and usually referred to as offenders.


One never would dare cross or double cross them.  They can just pull anything lethal and out goes the fatal decision.  They are at times issuing offers one cannot refuse.  Deal with them with honesty and truthfulness and they would respond with equal zeal and commitment.  Deal with them with a hidden agenda, they would immediately know and one becomes a prey several times over.  Their vulnerability actually is their strength.  Force them to do something, they would return it with force one cannot imagine or understand.  Better not to indulge them at all unless one is practicing a profession where there is no recourse but interact and transact with them.  Nonetheless, they would even create a distance although their overt actions project proximity.  If they see someone as a threat, the closer they become.  Be sincere from thereon therefore.


A wise guy or an ex con (for that matter) is an extraordinary specie, which is elusive, almost cryptic.  They are shy by orientation.  They are never at the forefront, always preferring to stay in the background.  They are even at ease when treated as inferior.  You can even ignore them.  One never hears them complain unless they intend to make one over another.  They would surely disappear as soon as they get whatever they intend to receive.  But they do not appreciate anything enforced.    They would not even appropriate overtly.  They would rather fool a person subtly than force him to do the bidding.  And most likely, they can fool around because a person less smart is always presumed as gullible.    Try to overcome them, they would just rebound to overwhelm anyone further down the gutter.  Better understand them from a distance therefore.


Their language is never to be understood through their spoken expression at all.  It comprises phrases full of invectives and vituperations.   It is only an approach though to misdirect anyone trying to get into their system.  Like government, they communicate through the language of violence.  Hence, they are respected even by the most radical elements of society.  They are seen as a separate entity with its own culture, norm and laws.


If they want anything, they merely get it.  But it is not a simple matter that they really want.  They abhor triviality.  Relationship is nothing to them.  They are never bothered with emotions.  Anything sentimental is alien to them.  They have buried the act of loving along with their dead comrades.  They hate affection. They only want something grand.  They hit hardest if the price is right; and, the price actually must be astronomical and not some fledging loose change.


Their sense of family is strictly exclusive.  Anyone outside of the family is already considered a threat, a casualty, a collateral damage.  Anyone who tries to relate and find a liaison with them is playing a lethal game.  No one escapes from them to expose whatever it is that bound them.  They basically are a different class, a weird category sufficiently contented on their own.


Yet they exist in our midst.  They are there in every corner.  They are a common fixture in every bend.  They are real more than imagined.  For every heinous crime, there is one behind it.  For every high crime obligated, for every chaos created, they knew it would happen beforehand.  They normally call Hell as home.  Not that they are never afraid to die, they are actually even more interested on death.  Not that they would prefer death but that they already know how it is to live; something which is a notch higher in their consciousness compared with others.


Beware therefore.  With them everywhere, it is dangerous to get into their sphere and fool around.


About vjtesoro

A perpetual student of Corrections

Posted on June 30, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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