The inmates called their cells a Cats and Hippie Bus on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt. So I showered, taking my time so that the guy could have time to acquire the shiv. When I was done and walked by the ice machine, the dude who was going to give me the shank was being patted down by a guard. They found the shank, and since I was the new guy and because I was heading in that direction, they focused on me and put me up against the wall and patted me down. They called me a wanna-be gang banger, a punk, etc. But, in the end, they told me I was lucky they weren’t going to violate me with another charge.
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They then spent the Cats and Hippie Bus on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt of the time explaining to me the horror I would face getting a new charge, about how I would have had to go to superior court if they charged me and how it’s a lengthy process of transferring out of the prison to visit the courthouse in downtown Walla Walla, and the time the judge usually gave inmates for such charges, etc. It was all bullshit fear-mongering. I told the cop that I was going to turn Chucky into an unloved pin-cushion full of holes had I made it back up to the cell with a weapon. They made no bones about it. They knew exactly what I was going to do to their little Chucky Cheese and that is why they were making such a big deal out of it.