Today in my little ten-man dorm, four people left for various reasons. We still have three empty bunks, which is an amazing feat even for the twenty-eight-man dorms. Here's how it happened:
Jimmy, one of my friends and a fellow Christian, completes his two years on a transfer unit in a few weeks. In the Texas prison system, an inmate doesn't go straight to a regular unit with the guys who have long sentences until they stay in transfer units for their first two years. So Jimmy left this morning to be reclassified for his time at a a regular unit. That's one.
The second guy to move was Knox, one of the kill-shot guys. He went to a different dorm because he didn't want to be on the shower crew any longer and traded places with someone who did want to be on the shower crew. That's two and explains the filled bunk.
The last two guys to move were Tex and Ugly and their story is a bit more complicated. It seems that Tex said some things about a neo-Nazi group that they didn't like. Ugly is a prospective member of the neo-Nazis, kind of like rushing a fraternity, except instead of stupid hazing pranks, the neo-Nazis told him that he had to be the one to discipline Tex. So, in the evening Ugly started a short-lived fight that looked more like just grappling each other. The guards saw the fight and took both Tex and Ugly down to segregation. Within ten minutes, all the property was taken out of the dorm by the guards. There's three and four.
What a crazy day! Almost half of the dorm gone in less than twelve hours. Prison can be so surreal, sometimes like living in a weird TV show.
We got a new guy in the dorm over the weekend that Biscuit has been trying to bring on the shower crew for a while. On his own, Biscuit is already a little bit crazy, but with the new guy, Knox, around, he's even crazier. They constantly wrestle with each other, rather loudly at that.
Knox is apparently the King of "Kill Shots", pictures of nearly nude women that are used to "kill" on. I don't mess with the shots at all, but, boy, do Biscuit and Knox. Knox has a full photo album of them and Biscuit is gathering more.
Last night when we went to work both of them brought kill shots with them to trade with guys in the dorms they cleaned. Each trade was made for an apparent profit as both sides got rid of a girl they don't want anymore and received a new prize in exchange. It reminded me of Pokemon or baseball cards that used to be traded during recess in middle school.
"This girl has it going on here, but I can't use her because of this."
"Nice face, but the rest doesn't work for me at all."
Of course, I'm using much less graphic paraphrase. Even after we returned to the dorm, Biscuit and Knox argued over the strengths of their collection against the weaknesses of the other. Four hours later in mid-morning they were still arguing their tastes in kill shots while I just shook my head in pity, rolled over and went to sleep.
