CHRISTIAN LEPE: THE GREYHOUND LOTTERY - PART II
- MAXX WOLF
- Jun 5
- 3 min read
Updated: Jun 23
The Bus, the Bullhorn, and the Thirteen Unlucky Names
Christian Lepe, tied in Maxx Wolf’s account to Florence Colorado prison, turned the Greyhound prison bus, the bullhorn roll call, thirteen unlucky names, and a transfer into a public humiliation show.
It was theater, designed to break them.
Inmates were sent to the library and the chapel, where four counselors sat at separate tables, creating makeshift interrogation rooms.
They were called in one by one.
“Do you know anything about the strike?” a counselor with tired eyes asked Maxx. “Whose idea was it? Who are the instigators?”
It was a test.
A loyalty test engineered by a mad king.
He had created the perfect environment for snitching, a secret forum where grudges could be settled with a simple, anonymous accusation.
If someone just didn’t like someone else, all they had to do was whisper a name.
No one would ever know. Just a whisper in the dark to bury a man.
After the interview, inmates were ordered back to their ranges.
The process took the entire day. Lepe seemed to be enjoying himself, walking among the waiting men with a smug look on his face.
He stopped near a group of them, shaking his head as if in pity.
“What you guys don’t understand,” he said, his voice almost conversational, “is that I have no family, so this is my life. I’ve got nothing else to do. I don’t care if this takes all day, all week.
I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
As the sun began to set, the interrogations finally ended.
The inmates were all ordered back out to the yard.
An officer emerged from the administration building holding a clipboard, and the entire camp fell silent.
Lepe wanted everyone to see he wasn’t fucking around.
“When you hear your name called, you step up,” the officer announced.
He cleared his throat and began to read from a list.
Thirteen names.
Maxx felt a cold anchor drop in his gut when the fifth name cracked over the bullhorn.
Pete. His cellmate. His friend.
The guy who kept their small concrete box sane. Pete wasn't a ringleader; he was just a casualty of a coward's whisper.
Pete stepped out of the formation, his jaw set tight, but Maxx could see the quiet dread in his eyes. He was heading straight to the SHU.
One by one, as their names were called, the men were pulled from the crowd, their hands cuffed behind their backs by the COs.
Maxx stood paralyzed, forced to watch the steel bite into his friend’s wrists.
They were loaded onto the big gray bus, their faces grim masks of defeat.
When the last man was aboard, the bus doors hissed shut, the engine roared to life, and it slowly pulled out of the compound.
The warden left like Napoleon, as if he had just conquered Waterloo, completely blind to the historical irony of his own arrogance.
The siege was over.
The strike hadn’t even lasted through dinner.
It was an embarrassment. A pathetic, spineless surrender.
Maxx thought they had no backbone, watching the resolve of the entire population crumble in an instant.
The promise of intervention from Region was a fantasy that died the moment the first iron plate hit the loader.
The men on that bus were being taken to the SHU to think about things.
In the end, they were never charged with anything, because there was nothing to charge them with.
They would simply disappear into a concrete hole for four months as punishment for a crime that had never been proven, based on accusations that had never been verified — all for standing up to the cruel and unusual punishment the warden decided to impose.
The warden had made his point. Absolute power required absolute submission.
The inmates were left in the fading light, staring at the empty space on the ground, the silence of the yard now heavier than any iron they had ever lifted.
EDITOR’S NOTE:
This story is Maxx Wolf’s personal narrative, opinion, satire, and editorial commentary based on his recollection, experience, and interpretation of events inside Florence Colorado.
References to Christian Lepe, CO Roman, the Greyhound prison bus, the bullhorn roll call, the thirteen names, inmate interviews, SHU placement, staff conduct, and related prison events are presented from Maxx Wolf’s perspective and account.
This story is not a court finding, formal legal ruling, official government report, or official government conclusion.
This site does not encourage anyone to contact, threaten, harass, stalk, target, or confront any person mentioned.
This story is published for commentary, criticism, documentation, satire, and public accountability.
The record is the record.
The commentary is Maxx Wolf’s.
The public can decide.
AND NO JUSTICE 4 ALL
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