Brandon Vanwinkle was feeling pretty happy with himself. The judge had just sentenced him to another three years inside Kennewick prison for spitting at his Corrections Officer, that and the eight other felony convictions that caught up with him. “It don’t make no difference to me,” Brandon said, “I’m watching you; sixteen years undercover using methamphetamine just to watch how you all work.”
“Mr Vanwinkle?” the judge said.
“Brandon Van Winkle. You go saying my name as my father, Rip Van Winkle, gave to me. Maybe then I’ll go easy on you when I sentence you in Jesus Christ’s court.”
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of Brandon Vanwinkel – http://azcentral.com