Upcoming from A Man Cut Into Slices is like the game: two truths and a lie. Most are memories, some are lies.
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“You’re such a lier, yes you do.”
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First court appearance and what transport days are like
Dweeb white boy big weed dealer but blows all his money on living the stupid lifestyle
Juggilo who was involved in the home robbery and tied up a young couple, he talks about Max security in detail
Weird guy Phil who’s inbred but had a good office job but then got hooked on heroin after the doctor prescribed pills ran out AFTER a nasty car wreck.
Message on the phone from the ex
First thanksgiving locked up.
Whole pod split up and moved to different sections.
Asian old guy celly and long time drug dealer
Pinochle!
Spades with the white boys (first time interaction with active gang members of the society expected gang group for me to join)
Christmas
Officer Parker transferred to my section after scandal with her husband that involved him sleeping with another officer who’s the head jail nurse.
Pinochle friend gets me laundry trustee job
Laundry trustee life
Officer Parker targets Cillian as her new project
Things get grim and dark.
Dad dies of heart attack
Loneliness
Commissary double sack due to jail error tricks commissary ladies into keeping both
Starts a 2 for 1 store
Old wrestling buddy shows up and tells him perspectives from his past peers
Cellys herion addiction in depth, the struggle
Big Tongan dude joins laundry trustee and starts clowinin on fools. bully’s the druggy weirdos and does it so loudly and boisterously and hes always laughing so it almost pacifies everyone into place. He’s a wild card and has a tinge of mania. He’s the perfect character to see how different bodies lead to different attitudes and personality’s.
Mexican and Italian cellys, now Mexican picks on Italian instead of Tongan
Turns out the bum Cillian killed, only had a few months to live anyways.
Another court proceeding
Reading the wheel of time and book talk
Celly makes hooch
Meth weekend/easter Sunday
Getting small lump in my ballsack checked out after a couple months of wondering what the hell is going on
My section moves across the street to oxbo jail which is just the size of two of these normal sections but dorm living.
Having 11 other cellies
Tiny jail life
Blackjack dealing
Poker too
I turn into the official casino boss (a theme that stayed with me the entire rest of my time)
Chess with active mexican gangster. Learn all about politics and current alliances of local gangs, regional gangs, and national gangs that trickle down from the feds. The big boys.
Curly headed dude in for murder from a guy who invaded HIS home
4th dui guy going to prison
Court date but in the van from oxbo so we get a view and music. Divine experience. Music I miss it so much.
Slipping pink houses to old celly who became a clothing trustee
Become a clothing trustee myself
House mouse /laundry trustee for small jail life.
Gold teeth gangster fights other huge dude and very epic fight
Homie backs his shit up from misunderstanding from the streets and clears his name and throws hands
Another fight in morning from dude in cell next to us mean mugging as he walks by.
Open showers and how to masterbate with a tiny amount of privacy
Gross but nevertheless part of the story of life, the lack of intimacy, the way the drugs affect the libido and ability to orgasm.
Quit trustee job, so they move me back to main jail.
New section again, don’t know anyone.
Parker is there and turns out she is pregnant
Army ranger celly and reading sword of truth series at same time even though terrys writing is excruciating for me after finishing Brandon Sanderson Stormlight archive
Stupid big celly who’s very dumb and the worst celly. I manipulate him heavily into getting into a fight and going to max and out of my cell
Laundry trustee gets fired by Parker and sent to max on a made up write up so I can become a laundry trustee
Become a trustee again
Parker story continues its cringy story
Doing laps and reflecting on the millions of laps done over the course of 2 and a half years
Cillian takes the deal, might not have to do prison time.
Cillian goes to prison.
End of book 1
Intermission: A Knightmare Of A Voice
“Trays are here.”
I hear the words, but I feel the leg shake. I was already conscious, but I’m addicted to playing possum.
Clack Clack, Clack Clack.
Eat breakfast. Pop pill. Go back to sleep.
“Trays are here.” I hear the words, but I feel nothing. He knows I’m awake by the time lunch comes around.
Clack Clack, Clack Clack.
Eat lunch. Clean cell. Revisit the night of dreams I’m waking from today, write them in journal.
“You playing Pinochle?” Ben asks.
“Nah I’ve gotta finish up with the Parker chapter.” I respond after a big yawn.
“Come on homie, you’ve been writing for 4 days straight, get your ass out here and play some grid.”
“I know I know, but Cillian Knight is about to get the trustee job and actually meet officer Parker. The interactions need finesse, that takes time.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, and you know I’ve read your edits enough times to know you’ve got a really good story going. But you’re gonna burn out, come play some fucking cards or I’m gonna sick Big White on you.”
“I’m the one who keeps that big oaf fed, he knows that if you ever offered him a noodle to kick my ass, I’ll give em two, just to smack you. And a bag of coffee, if the hit knocks you out.”
“C’mon dawg, you know I’m playin, we all fucking know who makes him bark. Speaking of bark, he’s out there now, let’s go play.”
“Fine, I’ll make a cup of mud, then I’ll be out.” I guess Cillian Knight and officer Parker can wait.
“150”
“Another double run!? Shane, you’re a fucking gypsy.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault, I’m not the one who cut the cards.” I say with a smirk. I’m on fire today and already up 6 noodles.
Clack Clack, Clack Clack.
Eat dinner. Play Pinochle. Rack in for shift change.
Clack Clack, Clack Clack.
Sections open.
Pinochle.
Her voice cuts the air like a freshly shaved razor blade.
“KEEP IT DOWN, I’M NOT DOING THIS TONIGHT GUYS, IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU AGAIN, WE’RE RACKING IN EARLY.”
“She’s on one tonight.” Ben says.
“She can be on my face all tonight.” The big oaf says.
“It’s the pony tail. How’s she get it so tight?” I wonder out loud.
Clack Clack, Clack Clack.
Rack in time. I end up positive five noodles for the day, not bad.
“I don’t think Parker is letting us watch movies tonight.” My fellow laundry trustee/celly sighs.
“That’s okay, I’m in the mood to read anyways. Let’s do a line.” I say and start clearing my nose.
“I know I say this everyday, but thank god you have pink houses.” My celly says as he starts digging through my box.
“Thank god they’ve upped my dose 3 times this year so we can both get high on the finest medicine this system has to offer.” I say as I flick my I.D. his way.
He crushes the legal drugs into two phat lines. I don’t even brace for the burn anymore, I’m numb to petty discomforts.
“Amen.”
“Amen.”
We do our rounds passing out uniforms to two C sections and quarantine. No one causes a scene, shits themselves, needs a message passed, or has a street drug deal to be done. Hmmmm, it’s too quiet.
Her voice cuts the air like a freshly shaved razor blade, used to cut off a man’s eyes brows.
“Wright, you’re on office cleaning tonight. The rest of you can watch T.V. After folding clothes until he’s done.” Officer Parker says with a straight face.
The others don’t know her like I do and I can sense she’s feeling extra prickly tonight.
I wish I knew if it was a full moon, she seems to make me bleed the worst during full moons. The stitches from the last one still haven’t fully healed.
Unlike the burn of the anti psychotic in my nose, these are the kinds of nights I have to brace myself for.
“Did you take your limp dick penis pills?” Officer Parker says as she locks the office door.
I don’t respond, just look down at my feet.
With my third eye, I see her grin pointing towards hell. With my two eyes I see a dark spot on my orange crocs.
Was that spot there yesterday?
Her voice cuts the air like a freshly shaved razor blade, used to trim Adolf Hitler’s mustache.
“That’s right little bird, silence is when you sound best.”
She’s staring at me. I know she’s staring at me. How long has she been staring at me? Why…
Her voice suddenly cuts the air like a freshly shaved razor blade, used to make a naked man... bare naked.
“You know you’re never going home Wright.”
The Knife, is used, to cut, a man into slices.