Just got done watching another of my favorite prison movies. If you hadn't noticed the title up there, I watched The Green Mile.
That movie still startles me that it is by Stephen King. I always expect monsters who look like monsters in his movies. In that one they were just people.
Maybe that was the whole point he was trying to make.
In the course of my time in corrections I have met many of the characters in that movie. I've met the Chief who just wanted to do his time and be at peace. I've met Frenchy who just wanted to have a little fun. I've encountered Brutal, the hard as nails tough guy who turns out to have a heart after all. And I've met Percy, who had to be hateful to everybody to make himself look and feel big because he was so small inside.
I have met alot of Percys. They usually don't last very long in the job.
And I have met a sh*tpot full of Wild Bills. It seems like every young punk who comes through that gate wants to be just like him. They are going to start sh*t and throw sh*t and be the sh*t and they don't care about anything.
Usually by the time they eventually leave the Hive they just want to lay down and do their time and get left alone. It doesn't always work, but sometimes. There are days I wish we had the fire hose and the restraint room.
But I won't go there.
The one person I have never met inside or out is John Coffey.
I'm not really sure I ever want to. Know what I mean?
Even after all these years, it's still a classic movie.
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