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off we were.
edge of his lower bunk in his boxers and scratched here and
“Bro, it’s cool. They’ll put you in the gym. It’s a dorm
now, three-decker beds. Tell ‘em you got a bad back and
that Chopper says ‘Hi’ and to give you a lower bunk. I was
gym clerk there for two years last term. Good luck, Bro.”
hadn’t quite gotten the hang of. “And leave me your roll of
Harleys.
want to leave the place and shook my head to clear it. San
with half the windows missing, a staff eager for a fight and
...
On the bus early the next day, the only other inmate
about looking down and seeing the red dot of the sniper’s
beautiful.
boots.
Center.
...
me. The younger ones all go for the jumpsuits and the
“Where?”
“In there.” He looked at me as if I were an imbecile.
Officer with his feet on the battered steel desk and a file
gut.
door open.”
down.”
I did.
“Oh, hell, it’s not that. It’s just I’ve got guys who’ve
killed one, two people and they’re doing a lot less time than
yard.”
there. You’ll like it. Cells. Not dorms. And most of the
...
wouldn’t want to rest your head on and tossed it all into the
own age, even look. We both were dark brown going silver,
unlocked the gate to the Upper Yard, “you can explain all
...
satisfaction.
your presence in the joint, what you did to get there. Get
come to you.
entry door with his stick and a head poked out from the
it?”
Captain’s Clerk.”
see I wasn’t alone. There was a guy in the top bunk, back
My estate.
opting to stretch out for the first time in a very long time.
The cell was a good three feet longer than those at Quentin.
ponytail of gray hair and his eyes were set small and close
open.
”Hey?”
“You Humphries?”
from him.
you put your lock in a sock and you hit that piece of shit
can in the head. And if you don’t, I’ll do you both. Got it?”
assignment, the Boss Man had been down a long, long time.
The door banged shut and I sat on my bunk.
...
asked.
me.”
...
I was sitting on a bench across from the building’s
it quick.”
sizes. The new items were almost all hidden beneath other
felt, frankly, like the way to go after our brief talk, door
open.
that in here,” he said, jogging toward the door and the Chow
some typing.”
...
SERIOUS injury.’
moon was half-full. “A guy can get sucked into shit he never
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