In this human garbage can, every social action can take on sinister overtones. Being rude is an implicit threat and a taunt. In the past, I never noticed line cutters, probably because adults don't normally have to wait in 15-30 minute lines multiple times per day. Now I entertain violent fantasies about anyone who cuts, … Continue reading jPay Message #622
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jPay Message #615
I go from sleeping to panic attack in minutes. After waking up from an afternoon nap, I blink a few times until I get my bearings, and finally remember where I am: *Oh that's right, I ruined my life!* (And a bunch of other people's...) After quickly rehashing my spectacular fall from grace, there's a … Continue reading jPay Message #615
jPay Message #506
Any time a female walks across the yard it's an event, like a sexy alien is suddenly in our presence. Everyone cranes their necks for a look, and half stop what they're doing to stare. In the weight pit, dude literally paused mid-rep to talk about what he'd do to "dat ass." He wasn't the … Continue reading jPay Message #506
“The Dog Pound”
I lock in the dog unit. In the front hall, half the cubes have a dog on each side, with two handlers assigned to each one. At present, there's 8 dogs, but at full capacity, there's twice that. The dogs themselves are a mix of puppies, strays, and various cast offs, much like their cubies. … Continue reading “The Dog Pound”
Moving Day
Once word of a huge rideout started circulating the yard, I knew it was my time. I'd been at the same joint for over four years, and just the week prior I was randomly moved to the ganglands of G-unit from the semiretirement home of B. Usually, moves aren't done for no reason. When Monday … Continue reading Moving Day