Living with a Lunatic Besides being locked up in a small brick enclosed dog kennel for trying to make a joke, for trying to get a chuckle out of someone ( Which is a goal I try to do everyday, make someone smile) I was locked up, in a very confined space, with a raving lunatic. Now I pride myself as being able to get along with anyone. If nothing else Im a good listener, or at least I can give the appearance that I give a shit. But this guy was crazy, he should have been in a padded cell wearing a long sleaved shirt with the arms tied behind his back. All he wanted to do was tell me his problems of how he was innocent and how it was a big conspiracy against him. The first couple times I just smiled and nodded but this guy didnt quit he went on and on and on. If he wasnt talking to me he was talking to himself or anytime a guard would walk by he would try to tell them his story ( Im pretty sure they had heard it a 100 times also). The big problem was that I had nowhere to go to get away from him. A couple times a month you got moved to a different cell, I guess they were worried you might be trying to tunnel your way out, Any way I thought, alright. finally Im going to get a different cellie. Wrong.. We both got moved to the same cell, my entire stay here (17 days) would be with this psycho. This guy complained about every little thing, the day we got moved we were given a different sheet, pillow and blanket. The first thing you did was make up your bed, I had the bottom bunk so I made mine up and was laying there feeling pretty agitated about still having this guy as a cellie. As this guy was getting ready to make up his bed he noticed a rip in the side of the mattress. You would have thought he found a rat crawling in it. He started yelling at the guards that he needed a different mattress, no way could he sleep on this one. After throwing a temper tantrum he was finally given a different one. As he was making his bed he was smiling and mumbling to himself he made tight corners on the sheet, made sure there were no wrinkles, then laid his blanket on top all nice and neat. Once everything was perfect he grabbed his magazine and jump up onto his bed. Pretty soon I hear him cussing and yelling about how lumpy his new mattress is, on and on. I finally told him to Give it a rest and live with it He yells down Well do you want to trade I said Hell No yours is Lumpy Holy shit then he really got excited, he tore off his bedding and threw his mattress up against the door and started kicking it and the door trying to get the guards attention. Just give me the mattress from my old cell, this went on for about an hour. If I would have been one of the guards I would have pulled him out and beat him with my night stick. After awhile, probably because they figured that I was about to start beating him with my shower shoes (the only thing in the cell with ant density) they brought him the mattress from his previous cell. And this was only a small part of this honkey, white trailer park trash ,crackers lunacy.........
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 13:10:35 +0000
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