“I understand,” he said.... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022“I understand,” he said. “You’ll do whatever it takes to be your own man. I admire that. When I was in the Q and walked into the yard for the first time, a vicious lifer con decided to test me. He wanted to make me his punk. Ugly son of a bitch. He asked me if I was married and where I was from. I was naive—I told him my wife and I were from Texas. In his nastiest voice, he said he’d screwed every woman in Texas and their twats were stretched wider than an ax handle because they were all whores.”
He made a fist and punched the palm of his left hand. “I crunched the guy’s jaw so hard it knocked him down. Then I crawled on top of him and pounded his head into the concrete like a jackhammer. His teeth went flying, and I smashed his nose into a bloody mass.”
“Did you kill him?” I asked quietly.
“Three more seconds, I would have, but two of his buddies pulled me off. One told me to get up slowly and begin moving. Another handed me a handkerchief. Several small groups formed. The cons pushed me from group to group as we steadily walked away until it was impossible to identify me.”
The water had gotten cold, and I pulled the plug with my toe to let the water drain. “Did the guy ever come after you?”
“No. Never. In the code of the cons, I’d been challenged and won. You can’t let anyone push you around in the Big House or they’ll own you. But one of the con’s friends told me that if I ever did something stupid like that again, he’d push me into the center where the armed guards up in the tower would have a clear shot. But I didn’t care. I did what I had to do. I passed the test. I could get smokes from anybody, and no one confronted me again.”
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