Friday, May 27, 2011

A Day In The Life

Not To My Knowledge

I was at work one day, minding my own business, when I was given the task of escorting an inmate from the Special Housing Unit to medical. I go and get him and find out that the guy has multipule healing puncture wounds all over his body and that a couple have to be re-glued and checked for infection.

So I walk him over there.

He tells me it barely hurts and they are just being cautious because of infections.


So I ask him what happened.

He tells me he doesn't know.

How are you covered in multiple puncture wounds and not know how that happened?

You are in a cell with just one other guy and you're all stabbed up? Seems to me like his cellmate was not happy with him in someway.

He tells me that is what he was told, that his cell mate stabbed him up. But he didn't believe it. He and his cellmate are tight.

Okay dude. Whatever you say.

Maybe the Devil did it. Or a ghost.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Leave Me A Comment. You Know You Wanna.