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        "ABOUT THE AUTHOR"   " CHRIS: THE PUPPET MASTER"

A unique story about an inmate who was called Puppet Master, by his peers, prison staff, and the prison guards who controlled their lives while they lived behind prison walls of broken dreams...

Their extraordinary journey throughout New York State' toughest prison system had made them a legend, and after 42 years later this is their story... 

But please understand that this is not some kind of fantasy story made up to sell their books, or to bring some kind of attention to themselves. NO! It's all real and as you read on you too, will come to believe and understand their unbelievable story...

Chris was a professional ventriloquist, and his dummy/partner and best friend was named Curtis Fly Johnson. Chris, is also known by his birth name which is Walter Taylor. He was born in Kentucky, and at the age of 5 years old he witnessed the murder of his father. It was an event that young Chris' mind couldn't handle. On that dramatic event, young Chris' mind became two, and Curtis, his dummy was born... 

Over the years Chris and Curtis grew up depending on one another. Chris was the charming, creative, intelligent human being full of life, while Curtis the dummy, his second personality, was a dark force who protected his partner at all cost. Their journey from living in the South during its racists error to being forced to move away from his siblings and family, to the State of New York, is indeed a story all its own...

Yet, it was their life together within the big city that changed them from country boys, and dummies, to city slickers, con-men, pimps, players, and finally murderers. It was in the mid 70's when Chris and Curtis recklessness caused the death of someone...

CHRIS--- Hey hold on Curtis before you go on...I want to make something clear...

PLEASE TAKE NOTICE, I'M NOT JUSTIFYING, MINIMIZING, RATIONALIZING, BLAMING, OR TAKING LIGHTLY THE DEATH THAT WE CAUSED. NO!! IT SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED...

CHRIS--- Okay go ahead Curtis with your story...

From this point in their story, Chris and Curtis will share in their own words the change of events that took place...

CURTIS--- It was sad sitting in the courtroom listening to the D.A. spin his web of lies about my partner. I wanted to kick his ass so badly, but knew my actions would have only added to the fire that my partner was already in...

During the time leading up to the trial, I did all that I could to get the lawyers and the dumb ass D.A. to charge only me in our case, because it was I, who actually did what my partner was accused of. Now to be truthful, and I really don't give a damn if you believe me or not, but the events that took place wasn't meant to happen the way it did. I got a little, okay a lot carried away and death was the outcome that my partner was now being judged on...

My partner Chris was 20 years old, and as slick as he thought he was, still he was as dumb as a box of rocks when it came to the law. He was good at breaking the law, but knew nothing about the law and what their charges entailed once he had broken them. Now he was facing 30-to-life and I wasn't going to let my partner go down alone... 

CHRIS--- It was hard for me to breath, my heart was racing like a race horse, my legs were shaking, and I had to piss badly, but all of that had to wait as the judge was giving instructions to the jury so they could make their determination if I was guilty or not. Of course, I was guilty and was ready to face the music, I just didn't want to face it alone...

I kept looking back at Curtis, praying that he could help me as he had helped me so many times while growing up. But in my heart, mind, and spirit, I knew those days were gone and for the first time in my life since the death of my father, I was about to travel down a road that led straight to Attica prison, where I would spend the rest of my life alone and at the mercy of every bad nightmare that would and could happen to someone like myself...

A tear rolled down my face as I slowly wiped it away. I had to be strong, I had to stand tall, and not show any kind of weakness. That's what Curtis would have done and that's what he would have told me to do...

Time had passed while I was sitting there thinking, I hadn't even seen the jury leave nor even noticed them when they had returned, but I'll never forget what their verdict was, as the foreman of the jury stood up and read it loud and clear. "guilty of murder in the second degree"...

Curtis made his protest just as loud and clear, but his words meant nothing as I was led away by the guards, while leaving my family, friends, and partner crying. Well, Curtis never cried, but he was cussing up a storm. "Fuck these mf, I told you that I did it! He had nothing to do with it. I swear! I swear! was the last words I heard as the elevator door closed and I was on my way back to the county jail...

CURTIS--- These m.f. found my partner guilty! I can't believe this shit! I told them that I did it. I told them I did it. I told them I did it. Don't take my partner away from me. Please don't take his away from me. Please...

That was the first and last time that I every begged for anything. Of course, all my begging only fell on deft ears which only made me mad as hell. But without my partner' hands up my ass working the different controls within me, there wasn't shit I could do as his mother cried like a baby and carried me away in her arms. These m.f.! I kept saying over and over...These m.f.!!!

CHRIS--- Sentencing day came quick, as I stood before the judge and listened to his off the wall statements. "The law states that I'm only able to give you 30-to-life, and I'm recommending that the parole board never allows you to make parole. You would stay in prison until the day you die..."

As I stood there with only fear holding me together and after the judge last statement I knew I was a dead man walking with no kind of future to look forward to, only pain and suffering would keep me company...

Then from nowhere, I heard Curtis' outcry and pleaded to the judge on my behalf...

Now just so we are clear, Curtis didn't actually speak out, but one of the girls stood up with Curtis in her arms and me being able to throw my voice the way a ventriloquist is able to do, Curtis was able to have his say. and boy did he have a lot to say. But to everyone's surprise the judge actually listened…

CURTIS--- As I watched and listened to the crazy ass judge' statement, I had to make one last attempt to try to save my partner. There was no way in hell that Chris would be able to survive one week, and don't even think about 30 years behind prison walls without me. Plus, the judge just handed down a death sentence with all of the rest of the bullshit he was saying. Hell No! I wasn't going for that... 

Now lets also keep it real, why was I trying to help my man? Because he was my partner, and best friend, plus I knew his young dumb pretty ass would draw every kind of body bandit, (those are guys, really gay men, who prey on young boys and make then into their own personal bitches.) Hell No!! I wasn't going to let that happen, and if he did get out after 30 years and dust me off once he came home, then the old partner that I once knew and loved would be an old gay partner with his hands up my ass. Oh Hell No!...

It took me years to get used to my partner's hands up my own ass, when he was young straight and not gay. I did say hands, and for the record, no one never put any kind of dick, or any other fuck-up shit up my ass to make me talk. It wasn't going to start if my partner survived after 30 years and came home to join me again. I'm just making that clear...

So I knew Chris wasn't strong enough to deal with the prison bullshit that he was going to face. Hell, he was 6 feet and 135 lbs. and fit a three piece suit like May West fit a girdle. Plus at that time he was better looking than most bitches he went out with. So, I knew he wouldn't stand a chance in that crazy ass world called prison, without me...

Now this is the part that fucked me and Chris up. As I stood with the help of one of my own girls, begging like a mf and giving all my reason why I should be the one going to prison instead of my partner Chris. Now to be truthful, I don't know what all I had said, but at that time if I had been Chris' lawyer, which there we many times I asked him if I could be his lawyer, and he kept saying no. But this time I must have said all the right things because to everyone' surprise the judge sentenced my dummy ass right along with my partner. His words were, "I'm really tired of you wanting to go to prison for your partner, and since you're so adamant about going, (which at that time I didn't know what the fuck the world adamant meant) anyway, he continued. I'm sentencing you right along with Mr. Taylor because you two dummies belong together..."

Everyone was fucked up, but on the other hand I was happy as hell to go to prison, and so was Chris. If they had taken our photo at that time, one would have swore that we just it the lotto and was on our way to one hell of a vacation spot, instead of on our way to prison...

CHRIS--- I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe it! The judge was letting Curtis go to prison with me. I mean even the D.A. protested against it, but during the course of the trial Curtis had gotten on the judge' nerves so bad at one time the judge threatened to have Curtis removed from the courtroom. So I guess this was the judge' way of getting even with Curtis...

As I said, even the D.A. was crying foul play but the judge shut him down with the craziest look that told the D.A., "Shut the fuck-up.." and the D.A. did just that...

Now with this change of events, I wasn't scared, and I knew right then and there that I was going to make it no matter how much time I had to do, as long as we were doing it together we would survive...

"Starting our 30-to-Life Sentence"

As we entered Attica Correctional Facility, things were messed up because they just had a riot and the prison had been closed down for 4 months. As Curtis and I entered our new home, it's safe to say that all eyes were on us. Inmates and Correctional Officers did a double take as the guards brought us into the prison told the C.O.' "Don't even ask, just read the paper work." Still some even thought they were seeing things and others thought they had smoked some bad drugs, as other thoughts crossed their minds. How in the hell is this guy walking through the prison with a fucking dummy in his arms? These were just some of the questions they asked concerning Attica' newest inmates...

CHRIS--- We were not accepted with friendly faces, nor with warm hand shakes, so it's safe to say that our welcome to Attica was anything but pleasant. The prison world with it's deadly inmates, and Correctional Officers were't used to having an inmate walking and talking with his dummy among them. I must say it was hell within hell and Curtis and I felt the heat in more ways than one...

CURTIS--- I didn't pay any attention to the unfriendly faces that starred at us. Fuck them, if I had my way I would feed them lots of beans and let them fart themselves to death. One thing for sure and that was, I knew the first time one of those faggets got out of line I was going to put one hell of a dummy ass whooping on them that the men in the prison would talk about for years. Once that happened that would be setting the tone that we were not to be fucked with, or try to be fucked. I'm just making that clear...

As Chris was holding me close to his skinny body, I could hear his heart beating like a loud drum. I felt sorry for him but also knew it was what it was, and we had to deal with it, and together we would...

I must say, after our first few months we had lots of trips to the hospital, (side note, the nurses and doctors became our best friends) lots of guys fighting and whooping lots of guys asses and never gave up or gave in to the pressure that some men tried to put us under. When it was all said and done, we soon became two of the most feared and respected inmates in the prison system. One thing about prison, men respect and fear strength even if it came from a guy with a dummy. An ass whipping is just that, a can of whoop ass plain and simple...

I was really proud of my partner s he went from being a skinny ass, pretty boy to becoming a real rough looking prison gangster who wouldn't take shit from anyone. He wouldn't even let anyone disrespect me by calling me a "dummy." He would warn them first, then fight at the drop of a dime if they did it. That was my partner and I couldn't have been more proud of him for finally becoming a stand-up man with morals, principals and value of his own...

CHRIS--- It wasn't easy getting my respect but I did, and after those hard times I soon became known as "Chris: The Puppet Master." Of course there were other names that we didn't accept, but too many to write down, yet you could imagine what some of them were..

As for Curtis, he was also known as the crazy dummy, shit talker, and other names that made him mad as hell when he heard them. But nevertheless, all of the name calling came to an end and we ended up just becoming two inmates doing their time just like everyone else...

CURTIS--- In prison time flies by fast as hell, and yet nothing seems to change except for the time itself. But keeping it real, my partner was changing in more ways than one. He went from 135 lbs. to 215 lbs. and was as strong as an ox. Of course, he couldn't out lift me when it came to lifting weights, but he was always trying. Plus, we were into all kinds of sports. The stories I could tell about those times would blow your mind...

Anyway, Chris also started changing towards me. I knew it would be just a matter of time before he started becoming his own man and start standing on his own. I couldn't blame him, but it was what it was, especially when he met the love of his life, a woman named "The Dutchess." He even married her and of course I was his best man at the wedding. (See photos of the wedding with me smiling in them)…

Even though my partner had grown into a man and was not married, still the playboy part of him was alive and strong. He found  himself like most young men, thinking with their dicks and lust instead of with their heart and mind...

Like I said, my partner wasn't any different and even though he loved his wife The Dutchess, still he was a real player and had lots of women coming to visit him, plus C.O women, nurses, and outside women al treating him like a king. I even had my own fun in the sun from time to time, some women liked getting it on with a real dummy, and I was good at what I did to make them happy...

Yet, it all came to an end. I wish I were able to share some of the many stories we went though during those years we were together. I could write a book just about those days and it would become a best seller, you can believe that because a whole lot of shit happened...

You know what!!! I think I will share just a few events the happened during our time together. Let's see where do I start?

Curtis talks about their memorable moments

As I've already shared with you that prion was hell back in those days, but there were also lots of fun times as well, especially when I was on the gate talking mad shit while guys were laughing their hearts out. I could make an inmate cry or get so mad he wanted to kill me. Sometimes I would mess with some inmate' heads, like one late night I knocked on my neighbors wall and when he finally answered, I asked him for a smoke. Then I put my little fingers around on his side of the gate. He was so messed up the next day he went to the nut doctor and asked them to move him or he was going to kill himself because he couldn't take it anymore. I didn't like his black ass anyway. But it was fun messing with his head...

So, let me tell you about the prison visiting room and how almost everyone got their freak on. I'm telling you the stories you heard about the prison visiting room are all true. Guys were getting laid left and right, all under the so-called watchful eyes of the C.O.' Right! The C.O.' were bigger freaks than we were. They loved watching too...

There were times when girls came from out of state just to freak off with me, and that's when I really talked shit. Anyway, more babies were conceived in the prison visiting room than on the street. True story, and I was watching it all. Hey, I said I was a dummy with a freakish soul...

Plus, there were some great knockout drag-out fights between different women who came dressed to get laid by their so-called man. Just to find out they were not the only ones there to get laid, they were fun to watch and sometimes women would join together and beat the inmate' butt. That was really funny to watch as the inmate cried out for the C.O. to help him...

Anyway, one thing about Chris, he had a sixth sense for knowing when a fight was going to break out before it happened. He would grab me in one arm, and put Dutchess behind him with the other arm. We both knew not to ask any questions, as he protected us. Of course, I had to be nosy and talk shit while the fighting was goig on. Hey, I loved lots of action, fighting or being a freak, it was all the same to me...

Anyway, after each visit that Chris and I went on, in the frisk room the C.O. had to strip us by having us to take off our clothes, and believe me, a dummy in the nude isn't a pretty sight by no means, with nuts, bolts, and dead wood hanging out all over the place, but the most beautiful thing I had going for me was my 10 inch dildo attached to my body that Chris had made special for me when we were in the street doing shows. You're damn right, I had one fully charged, take no prisoners big one that couldn't come off. So every C.O. that searched us would always tell Chris to shake it to make sure there was no contraband hidden inside it...

Of course, I protested against it real quick by telling the C.O. to do their own damn job and come and shake it their damn self until the sawdust shot out, that meant until I cum (ha). Hey, even a dummy had to have a little fun. The C.O.' wouldn't do it. I guess searching human dummies was one thing they didn't mind doing because all they did was look at the inmate's body, but searching a real dummy, that was a different story. They had to actually touch and squeeze my dummy hood and that was beneath their pay grade. Hell, even C.O.' had their pride as well. One thing for sure, they were right, my dick was filled with contraband and it was party time when we got back to our cells. That's all I'm going to say about that. It serves them right for not doing their fucking job...

Once Chris and I had to see a lady nut doctor ourselves to see if we were mentally stable to go on a family visit with Chris' wife. Boy, this doctor was fine, I would drink her bath water over crushed ice. Anyway, would you believe they made my partner wait 8 years after he was married before they allowed him to go on a trailer visit with his wife...

Even after Albany had us seeing this fine nut doctor for over a year. Believe me when I say, I was in love and would have sold my dummy soul, if I had one, just so I could freak off with her. but she as true to her job, as I tried every trick in my dummy book, and even Chris' books to get her to change her mind, but she wasn't having it. As a matter of fact, the last 4 months of our session she made Chris park my wooden butt in the far corner with my face towards the wall, and get this, she even put duct tape on my mouth so she didn't have to hear me expressing my true love for her...

Truth be told, I think I was getting to her. I just needed a little more time. Anyway, we have a copy of her report she made on Chris' behalf that he and his wife should be able to have their visits. But like I said Albany still denied them, and the craziest part, he could go with anyone else but his wife, which he did with his family...

Now I know what some of you freaks are thinking, why didn't he just go with me??? Hell, to the sixth degree NO! I told you he had a little freak in him as well, he would take the center roll out of the toilet paper and put a plastic bag through it with lots of baby oil, then wrap a towel around it and then find his way to heaven. Hell, in prison they even have a name for that crazy shit, it's called a feedbag, and damn near every inmate has one...

Of course, I would pretend to be sleeping while he was doing his freaky shit. So imagine him on a trailer visit with me for three days. Now let me make it clear, I'm not saying he would have tried to do something to me, but I'm saying, hell to the triple NO! I wasn't taking any chances because even the strongest men do weird shit when they're locked up in prison. That's all I'm saying...

One last thing I want to share with you, once in a prison that had dorms where 50 guys sleep in an open setting, Chris would take my head off and lay it on this guys pillow while he was sleeping. Everyone was watching, even the C.O.', then he would bang on his locker and the guy would jump up and my head would roll into his lap right between his legs, of all places. Man, that inmate jumped sky high while screaming as if the devil himself was trying to rape him. Everyone laughed, but the poor guy ended up going to see another nut doctor, but this one was ugly and he ended up having to take medication for a few years after that. It was funny because he thought he was the toughest guy in the dorm, and plus no one liked his punk ass anyway. Plus, his nut sack smelled, that's all I have to say about that...

Man, there is so much more I could share with you but Chris is threatening to put me back into my box that he keeps under the bed. (And yes, for the record, we slept in the same bed, two brothers and hell no, not like two freaks) If I didn't bring these memorable moments to an end, no one would ever know...

Anyway, back to the break up that we went though because its too emotional for me to talk about at this time, so I'll let Chris share that part with you. Yet, I must say that our break-up wasn't his fault, shit just happens even to a dummy...

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CHRIS--- After a few years in prison I didn't know how dumb I was. I knew nothing about my history, nor anything about the world as it really was. So I started lerning, and it seemed that the more I learned, the more I wanted to learn. As for Curtis, all he wanted to do was stand on the gate and talk shit to another inmate, and play the dozens, where they would talk about each other's mothers. It was all great at first, but i soon out-grew it as I was also out growing my best friend and partner...

Those years of taking many different therapeutic programs had taught me how to take full control and responsibility for my own actions. I no longer needed Curtis to lean on as a crutch. I knew the day would come when i would give in and send him back home. To my surprise, that day came sooner than I expected...

We were called to the Superintendents office and was told in a nice way that Curtis had become too much of a distraction, (side note, C.O.' were told never to write Curtis up on a misbehacior report, that they never wanted to see his name on any report, but they had the green light to write me up whenever) Anyway, I was told that I had to either destroy, donate, or send him home. I was heart broken and Curtis was mad as hell, and let his feelings be heard. Still what i had dreaded, and yet wanted at the same time, had come to pass...

My wife came to pick Curtis up, but before he left we had one hell of a  home-going because by that time everyone had come to love, respect and enjoy Curtis for what he was, not as a dummy but as one of them, an inmate doing his time. They surprised us with the help of the Correctional Officers and gave Curtis one hell of a prison party, with lots of homemade wine, and other things not allowed, but it was the many stories that those guys had that they would never forget about Curtis Fly Johnson, not the dummy, and his partner Chris: The Puppet Master...

Doing prison time without my partner, Curtis

CHRIS--- If I told you that being without Curtis was a piece of cake, it would be an out right lie. Even though I was respected by many, still none of them could replace the love I had for Curtis, my partner, best firend, and brother...

I went though a lot of emotional changes, and yet I fought hard and long to keep my emotions in check. I refused to talk with any of the doctors about my loss because all they would have done was refer me to see someone from the Mental Health Department and end up giving me some medication that would have me walking around the prison in a zombie state of mind talking to myself. No thanks to that. I had to do it on my own, and I did just that. Well, my wife Dutchess played a big part of my survival as well. Also, just so everyone knows, I've changed my life in many ways. With the prayers, support and love from Dutchess, I found God and He made me a new man. I'm now true to my loving wife, my best friend, and lover, no more other women of any kind, and there hasn't been for many years. She has been with me all the way though everything...

Nevertheless, I put my heart and soul into so many different programs that helped me to survive the emptness that I felt within. A lot of my friends could see the sadness in my eyes, and yet they respected my privacy and left me alone to deal with it myself. It was hard but finally I was able to overcome it. Now I direct my energy, time and mind towards helping others as Curtis had helped me through those years...

By this time the prison system had changed so much with different gangs taking control and trying to build a name for themselves. It was crazy with lots of fighting, and all the bac things they would do. Yet, I kept moving forward and helping those who needed my help. Everyone knew my story and respected me enough to listen to me. I'd guide them into the different positive programs that i was a facilitator of, such as 10 years as an "Alternative to Violence Facilitator," 8 years as an "Agression replacement Facilitator" 5 years as an "Youth Awareness Facilitator," which is a program where young troubled kids come inside the prison and are connected by chosen inmates to help them mend their behavior. I slso did 6 years of "Parenting Education," and 6 years as an "Exodus and Network Director." It's safe to say that through the years I became a big part of everything that was positive within the prison system...

In 2005 I started writing, with my first book series, "Dummy Detectives," and yes, Curtis did help me with those books. I could hear him in my mind as we put them together. After writing 4 of those kinds of books, I moved away from them because I didn't want Curtis to try to get back into my mind and life. So, I started writing educational books, as well as children's stories, religion, and when it was all said and done I had written 18 books. Also, my wife and I wrote one called, "The Devil's Playground," sharing many dirty little secrets tht took place in the prison world and the prison visiting room, also how God has changed us both...

But out of all my books, I really love my two latest books, "A Child's Walk with Jesus," and "F.A.B. Connection - Fighters Against Bullying." This book has 400 pages, two books in one dealing with what kids go through in Junior High School, and then their jump to High School with all the problems they have to deal with. I learned all I needed to learn from the young kids who came to prison and "Why" they did this, or that. So, in this book I not only brought out what kids problems were, but I've put together, through many of the programs I've endured with the prison, a system that would help these kids overcome their heartaches and pain by addressing their problems in the way that the kids in this book were able to and learn how to work through their aggression, instead of acting out on them and killing other students, all because they themselves were hurt, abused, mistreated, and bullied. It's a powerful book that will help so many, if only I'm able to get it out into their young hands so they can use the lessons that could help them become better human beings...

Well, I'm sure some of you are still shaking your heads in disbelief, but many of you are smiling because you know someone who spent their time with Curtis or I, or you know some young men who changed theirlives from the help that I was able to give them. As I stated before, this is my story, believe it or not, but one thing is for sure and that i I have all the proof needed to validate my story. Plus, if you check out the photo gallery on this website, you will see many photos of Curtis and I, in different pictures...

Thank you for reading my story. I also would like you to check out our website www.chrisdutchess.com and you will see other books that I've written, plus read about "The Devil's Playground" written by Dutchess and I...

In conclusion, should my story spark an interest in someone, then by all means share your thoughts with me, and I'll do an interview with you. Plus, if someone would like to do a study paper about prison life, then I welcome you as well, email me and I'll get in touch with you. I think 42 years makes me qualified in more ways than one. Thank you and never give up on your dreams, I know I haven't and I'm moving forward with a warm loving smile by standing tall and by all that I've achieved on my own without a dummy watching my back. Each of us can make a difference in, not only our lives, but in others as well. Don't be a (dummy) and loose out on your dreams. You can make them come true no matter where you are...

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