Hypnotized
In the early 60s, my friend, Danny Trejo, was locked up in LA County. I can’t remember the details of why, and in truth, he might not either. He was in a large block segregated along racial lines. While Danny was in with the Mexicans, a good number being friends from his neighborhood, finding himself lost between the racial groups was a short, wiry, dirty, white guy from out of state. He was vulnerable.
“To survive that environment,” Danny said, “if you didn’t have a gang backing you, you had to have some kind of trick, provide a service, do something to get by.”
Knowing they offered protection for a price, the white guy approached Danny and his friends, He offered to do stuff like clean their cells and shine their shoes. One day, Danny overheard the guy telling Danny’s friend he could get him high on weed. He said he had hypnotic powers.
The guy talked to Danny’s friend for a bit, then took off. Danny asked his friend if it worked. “Yeah,” he said, “it worked.”
Danny found the white dude and asked if he could do the same for heroin. He said, “Yes, but you got to trust me.”
The guy told Danny and two of his friends to relax, picture their favorite place, listen to his voice, and most importantly, follow what he said.
For the next fifteen minutes the man took them on what would today be called a “guided meditation.” In great detail he described the dope, the spoon, the needle. By the end, Danny said he and his friends were passed out, slumped over, tongue-hanging-out-of-their-mouths high as f***ing kites.
“That was the dude’s trick,” he said. “He survived inside by getting people high just talking to them. If he wasn’t a career criminal he might have been one of those dudes who went to high schools and state fairs and brings people up on stage to get them to do stupid shit like pretend they’re a cat and stuff.”
“You were really high?”
“High as I ever got.”
“Wow,” I said, “that’s wild.”
“What’s wild is that dude was Charles Manson. That’s how he got people to follow him on the outside and do evil stuff.”
Great story thanks for sharing! I would advise you to use a couple of the popular "tags" on the left and always use 5 tags to make this great story have more outreach for people to see.
Awesome! What a story. Manson was really a black magician I think. btw, Im excited to see what Damon Herriman does as him in the next season of Mindhunter... Yes add tags that are popular and pop a photo of Trejo at the top of the post - it will help catch people's eye and draw them in. This platform is so great for your writing to affect people!
The first one ended so abruptly. I need to start checking how many episodes in a season.
Hmm. This has me thinking about this one time I got laid and what a plethora of words it took to get Carmine to open the petals of her flower to me. I practice guided meditation every morning by looking in a mirror and repeating, "You're good enough, you're smart enough, and dog'gonnit, people like me." I spent hours telling this to Carmine, interspersed with frantic conversations about the nature of God and things like souis vide cooking. When the sun came up we copulated in a way that would best be descibed as "obliging." For years I carried the guilt that I might have accidentally used skills I gleaned from a Jedi Mind Trick VHS I purchased from the black market section at Comicon. After years of reflection, I think she might have just listened to me ramble on for hours so she could keep doing cocaine with me, then she fucked me so she could take some home.
Either I hypno seduced her, or I wasted 9 hours of her life and 3 grams of my blow. Either way, I think she owes me money.
You wouldn't have to waste any blow on me. I'll probably hypno seduce you (but with beer cause I am cheap like that) - Should I feel guilty?
"You are feeling very sleepy - just rest your face here a while - You are now licking honey from a spoon - That's right...good. shhhhh"
Really cool story! I'm a fan of your work and Danny's.
I recently went to his restaurant in Los Angeles, Trejo's tacos. So good!
Wow that really is amazing - the power of suggestion coupled with surrender.
Wow that's a very odd 'service' to provide, but hey... I guess in jail you need to do whatever you can to get by! Great story!
Sends shivers.
I have a friend who did some time. The girl in the cell next door killed an old neighbour to claim her pension and steal her house, dismembered her and dumped the bits in a local creek.
They're sure she did it, but she won't tell them where the head and hands are. They offered a reduced sentence, but no dice.
damn
Wow. Guided meditation can be immensely powerful. That's a hell of a story. I can't imagine anyone messing with Danny Trejo though, unless you wanted to be worm dirt.
Wicked story thanks for sharing.
Danny sat down with Howard Stern just in recent years I feel, talked for over an hour, no commercials, went into a lot of his history and prison stuff, some of the craziest shit I have heard. I don't recall his tale of meeting the guy who knew hypnotism though, what a crazy talent to have while in prison.