1) SMOKIN" MIKE
Rumor had it that "Smokin Mike", once successfully escaped from the vast confinement of the Buck's County Correctional Facility. His major downfall was passing out from significant blood loss,. due to the substantial amounts of barbed wire he exposed his human flesh to.
Mike was nothing to "write home about". His passions in life consisted of expired television show episodes, and shooting cocaine through his mangled veins. Mike was said to be amongst the best in the courtyard handball realm.
Mike was thin with one tooth that protruded beyond his weakened jawline. Dark hair, and really he probably was the class clown in some far off juvenile decade. Last Christmas morning, Mike thought it a superior idea to place a piece of his hepatitis- C - stained feces upon a loose sheet of cardboard. He proceeded to sneak into his neighboring cell, (a four-man hut) while they were all sleeping . He then placed the speckled specimen attached to the cardboard into their metal toilet. A prankster he was. This way when the inmates awoke they would presume that one of them " dropped a deuce", in the toilet without flushing it.
Mike had many character defects. The one that would cause him the most problems was his thorough nuttiness, and a complete lack of regard for what anyone else thought of him. The rest of his problematic traits were unfortunately an inconvenience for anyone else that had the "luxury", to come into contact with him.
2) A COUNTY RECALL
In the restless community. Sleep was endured. Brief intervals of celibacy. Those of us residing in the populated perimeter,.gaze out of our own delusions, and into the uncomfortable mirror. We lay in our cots at night, with a complicated conscious, our eyes compelled to the unforgiving gray ceiling. Seldomly coming into contact with the outside world. Visits on Sunday afternoons, exchanging eyes with our forgotten lovers. Our thoughts drift outwards, beyond the sordid establishment.
3), SPADES VS. 500 RUMMY. A COUNTY DEBATE.
. Spades is a trivial card game that rests purely upon the flimsy foundation of bluffing and suggestion. If one has the leisure of unrewarded time and/ or punishment, he/she can quickly pick up the necessary tools needed to partake in this meaningless endeavor. I, on the other hand, crucially clung to 500 rummy, a game of skillful essence (if you ask me), their is no conspicuous attempt at cheating in 500 rummy that would suffice.
4) COMMISSARY MONDAY
Commissary Monday was one of the most desired time frames for us. They would lock us down for a good consecutive three hours, all for a mere five minutes. During the five minutes we were visited in our cell by a commissary task worker. (Another inmate.) He would deliver us the overpriced perishables (through steel bars) that we previously ordered from the commissary list. Exciting. Honey buns, peanut butter, a razor, paper, ramen noodles, candy, batteries, and whatever else we ordered that week.
5) A COUNTY CONCLUSION
On the day of my release I was visited by three ghosts that were all doing life plus sentences. They all had gun charges but it was none of their own faults.
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