Post by crosstimbersokie on Nov 8, 2014 1:09:05 GMT -5
From Halloween Night...
I'm working SHU this quarter, 2-10. This afternoon my SHU Lt. was giving a thug an un-monitored "special" phone call because the thug had already used all of his minutes for the month. Mind you, this thug is in SHU for his involvement in an inmate murder a while back, waiting for the FBI & US Attorney to decide if he'll be prosecuted. He's a big, strong, young, brutal white supremacist. The LT. is a short black fellow, not that big, but a growing boy if you know what I mean. Less the warrior type than he may once have been a few years & pounds ago. I happened by the office and the Lt. had this killer cuffed in front, in SHU, without a bellychain. That is SOP in Leavenworth's SHU, and was so back when it was a high security USP a few years ago.
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There was another incident that happened in SHU this evening. We have this "bug," a nice young and misunderstood fellow who resides in one of our concrete boxes with a steel door. This nice young man has a habit of wiping his ass on the walls, the floor, and the door--of his concrete box with the steel door. Usually, he writes some message or makes some pretty symbol in shit on one wall of his concrete box. The warden has had him on sack lunches three meals a day for a couple of weeks. But it's still too much nutrition. I know this because he still has plenty of shit to smear on the walls. I'm thinking he needs to be placed on a liquid diet, but no one is interested in what I think.
Well, this very evening this young man had his concrete box all decorated, maybe for Halloween? Anyway, the fine young man becomes angry, about what I'm not sure because he and I don't have anything in common and hence, nothing to really talk about. He has his own hobby that he spends time enjoying, and I have mine. In expression of his displeasure this fine young man glued toilet paper on the inside of the windows of the steel door which covers his concrete box using shit as glue, thereby obstructing the view from the outside of the concrete box, to the inside of the concrete box, which he had spent so much time & effort decorating.
Which is a waste, because the inside of the concrete box is a work of art. As you know, we have to be able to observe the inside of the concrete box at all times lest the fine young man fall down and not be able to get up. Should he fall down and not be able to get back up we have to make haste and rush into the decorated concrete box and save him. Bless his heart...
So the Activities Lt., a true silver-tongued devil, was called to come work his magic and save the day. He did so. Kind of. The day which he saved was about an hour long. He proceeded to the decorated concrete box with the steel door and established a dialog with the fine young man. The Lt. inquired as to what the problem was. The fine young man wasn't exactly sure what the problem was--except that I, meaning me the Crosstimbers Okie, was an asshole! Can you believe such a thing??
Beyond that statement of his personal opinion which is his right, the fine young man decided that his only grievance was that he wanted a roll of toilet paper. At this point I, the Crosstimbers Okie, received a most disgusted look from the silver-tongued devil as if to say that I, the Crosstimbers Okie was one of the Universe's lowest life forms for denying this fine young man a roll of toilet paper with which to cover the windows of the steel door and thereby block the lovely view within the concrete box. I became confused because I was unable to understand why the fine young man needed a roll of toilet paper since he preferred, which is his right, to wipe his ass on the walls of the concrete box with the steel door and he had other items with which to cover the windows in the steel door which seals the concrete box thereby obstructing the view into the work of art which the concrete box has become.
But who am I to question why? The fine young man was given a fresh roll of toilet paper by the silver-tongued devil personally, through the shit-covered food port in the steel door which seals the concrete box. Then, about an hour later the fine young man decided that he needed some toilet water with which to enhance the decorations in his cell. So, he took the roll of toilet paper which the silver-tongued devil delivered personally to him, and formed a good & tight seal in his toilet and began flushing, and flushing, and flushing, and flushing... Pretty soon there was about two inches of shitwater on the range, leaking into the other concrete boxes with steel doors in which other fine gentlemen reside.
And the water deepened with the passage of time...
At this point my shift ended and I went home.
I'm working SHU this quarter, 2-10. This afternoon my SHU Lt. was giving a thug an un-monitored "special" phone call because the thug had already used all of his minutes for the month. Mind you, this thug is in SHU for his involvement in an inmate murder a while back, waiting for the FBI & US Attorney to decide if he'll be prosecuted. He's a big, strong, young, brutal white supremacist. The LT. is a short black fellow, not that big, but a growing boy if you know what I mean. Less the warrior type than he may once have been a few years & pounds ago. I happened by the office and the Lt. had this killer cuffed in front, in SHU, without a bellychain. That is SOP in Leavenworth's SHU, and was so back when it was a high security USP a few years ago.
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There was another incident that happened in SHU this evening. We have this "bug," a nice young and misunderstood fellow who resides in one of our concrete boxes with a steel door. This nice young man has a habit of wiping his ass on the walls, the floor, and the door--of his concrete box with the steel door. Usually, he writes some message or makes some pretty symbol in shit on one wall of his concrete box. The warden has had him on sack lunches three meals a day for a couple of weeks. But it's still too much nutrition. I know this because he still has plenty of shit to smear on the walls. I'm thinking he needs to be placed on a liquid diet, but no one is interested in what I think.
Well, this very evening this young man had his concrete box all decorated, maybe for Halloween? Anyway, the fine young man becomes angry, about what I'm not sure because he and I don't have anything in common and hence, nothing to really talk about. He has his own hobby that he spends time enjoying, and I have mine. In expression of his displeasure this fine young man glued toilet paper on the inside of the windows of the steel door which covers his concrete box using shit as glue, thereby obstructing the view from the outside of the concrete box, to the inside of the concrete box, which he had spent so much time & effort decorating.
Which is a waste, because the inside of the concrete box is a work of art. As you know, we have to be able to observe the inside of the concrete box at all times lest the fine young man fall down and not be able to get up. Should he fall down and not be able to get back up we have to make haste and rush into the decorated concrete box and save him. Bless his heart...
So the Activities Lt., a true silver-tongued devil, was called to come work his magic and save the day. He did so. Kind of. The day which he saved was about an hour long. He proceeded to the decorated concrete box with the steel door and established a dialog with the fine young man. The Lt. inquired as to what the problem was. The fine young man wasn't exactly sure what the problem was--except that I, meaning me the Crosstimbers Okie, was an asshole! Can you believe such a thing??
Beyond that statement of his personal opinion which is his right, the fine young man decided that his only grievance was that he wanted a roll of toilet paper. At this point I, the Crosstimbers Okie, received a most disgusted look from the silver-tongued devil as if to say that I, the Crosstimbers Okie was one of the Universe's lowest life forms for denying this fine young man a roll of toilet paper with which to cover the windows of the steel door and thereby block the lovely view within the concrete box. I became confused because I was unable to understand why the fine young man needed a roll of toilet paper since he preferred, which is his right, to wipe his ass on the walls of the concrete box with the steel door and he had other items with which to cover the windows in the steel door which seals the concrete box thereby obstructing the view into the work of art which the concrete box has become.
But who am I to question why? The fine young man was given a fresh roll of toilet paper by the silver-tongued devil personally, through the shit-covered food port in the steel door which seals the concrete box. Then, about an hour later the fine young man decided that he needed some toilet water with which to enhance the decorations in his cell. So, he took the roll of toilet paper which the silver-tongued devil delivered personally to him, and formed a good & tight seal in his toilet and began flushing, and flushing, and flushing, and flushing... Pretty soon there was about two inches of shitwater on the range, leaking into the other concrete boxes with steel doors in which other fine gentlemen reside.
And the water deepened with the passage of time...
At this point my shift ended and I went home.