Wednesday, September 8, 2010


At least I hope I was some help.

Things apparently have been getting a little rough down in the Hive lately. Being over-full all of the time and not having too many regular people in the house. The 10-5 last night and then the inmate dropping dead...

Oh yeah. You probably didn't hear about that. This scary looking wobblehead we got in last year. Looked like he could have been an extra from "Children of the Corn". Scary nasty. Smelled like pee all the time. And even worse when he was down in the Hive. The first thing he would do when he got down there was get mad and pee all over his cell and all over his stuff.

Exceedingly nasty person.

The dude should have had one of those scary biblical names like Ezekiel or Cain or something. I had heard (but never verified) that he was in prison for biting off a piece of somebodys face and eating it. Bleagh.

Like I said, scary.

Anyway, sometime during the night, right after someone had done a wing check, he just pitched over dead. He was maybe forty years old. Looked like he was maybe twenty and acted like he was ten or twelve. I've heard it was natural causes, but we'll never get to see the report so I don't know for sure.

Little Miss Twang was scheduled to be down in the Hive tonight and she was a bit nervous about going down there with all the crap going on. I tried my best to give her a pep talk and get her mind back in the game. You don't want to be down there with your mind on something else. It's just not healthy.

I told her "Do your job. Make sure your butt is covered on what you are supposed to be doing. And try to keep anyone else from doing anything stupid. That's all you can do."

I know that she knows what she is doing down there. She's been there a bazillion times.

But with all the other b.s. going on she was a little rattled. But then, she's a self-rattler. A little high strung, but damn competent when it comes to doing the job.

I don't know if I was any help or not. But I didn't hear any excited voices on the radio so I guess everything went all right.

I did the best I could. I hope it helped.


  1. The old guy, or the red-head? It's been so screwy down there lately, even I'm getting chewed out for saving a guy. Something's got to give.

  2. Drew- The redhead. Just went kerplunk! Who knew? You need to get out of there for awhile, too, I think.

  3. I'm thinking I do. What's sad is, I'm not surprised at all about the poor fellow. He hadn't been doing well last week at all. Spent several days with 14-77 in fact.

  4. Drew- Well, at least now he's completely rehabilitated. We won't have to smell him or worry that he's going to snap out and hurt someone ever again. But of course we'll just get another one to take his place..... **sigh**

  5. As for the reassurance you gave to your co-worker, I'd say: "Perfect advice and demeanor to help her get her head back in the game! Well done!"

  6. Pablo- Thanks. It's the only thing I could think of to say. Hopefully it helped.