I had to yell at a different idiot for giving a blow job in the bathroom. It's like the prison equivalent of cockroaches -- you turn on the light and they either freeze (because of course that makes them invisible) or they skitter away and leave you with the creepy feeling that makes you look over your shoulder every few seconds.
Before coming to prison I never had any issues with gay people. Most of the ones I knew were great people and were more normal than I was. Here, not so much. It's like they are physically incapable within the walls of a prison to not be constantly looking for someone to hook up with. Seriously, it's as bad as a bunch of drunk frat boys hanging out with lingere-clad sorority girls!
I've been stressed lately, so boy did it feel good to give that guy a lecture on respect, restraint and common sense. I'm pretty sure I almost made him cry. Truly, though, he was very lucky it was me and not a more physically punishing inmate.
It's really just been a week of idiots. Toe-Finger decided to show off his tattoos to me, without any prompting from me. They looked about as good as a six or seven year olds rendition of an angel and a devil, but boy was he proud of them.
"See that's me kneeling and praying to get into heaven," he points to a stick figure skeleton. "And that there is the angel at the pearly gates." Another stick figure but with wings and a halo and a hand... "Is the angel flicking you off?" I asked. "Yup, he's saying screw you!" Toe-Finger said excitedly and sticks his toe in my face. "Um, I don't think Angels are suppose to do that thing." I point out. "For me they will." "And that's a good thing?" "It means I'm a bad man and a bad ass." "Ookay," I said and try to walk away. "Hey don't you want to know what the Devil's doing?" I sigh and look where he's pointing. The Devil stick figure looks like he just took a dump. "Nope," I said and walked away.
And today is only Wednesday...sigh!
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