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Title: Count time
Author: Fischman, Arnold
Date: 43539
Pages: 1 page
Text (TR_WF): Count Time An ancient, broken down, light skinned black man is prone to wander unit B, hunched over and wearing nothing but his adult diaper. I don't know his name. Last night, at 9:30 stand up count time, he was pushing his wheeled walker toward the bathroom in his underpants as two guards arrived to count us. The female guard, Ms. Payne, a black woman, ordered him to go back to his bunk. He sheepishly replied, "nature issue". She repeated the order. Looking bewildered, he ask...
PID: apw:12358788
Date Uploaded: 2020-06-18T19:08:02.014Z

Title: Dennis
Author: Fischman, Arnold
Pages: 2 pages
Text (TR_WF): Dennis *D=Dennis D----- is a stand up young dude. He was my first bunkie in B unit. Back when I was beaten down and reeling from abuse inflicted by haters in E unit. Dennis is Vietnamese, late 20s. His parents were boat people. He is a self-described junkie. He knew prison. He was returning to TI for two months on a parole violation. D----- was not a reader, but he loved “the Sympathizer”, the novel by Viet Than Nguen. He saw me reading it for book group and told me it was the most important ...
PID: apw:12358794
Date Uploaded: 2020-06-18T19:08:08.862Z

Title: Duck dynasty
Author: Fischman, Arnold
Date: 43584
Pages: 1 page
Text (TR_WF): Duck Dynasty No one ever called him anything else. Of all the contemptuous guards, his reptilian stare was the most psychopathic. The other guards avoided him. He dressed for maximum impact, wearing his uniform pants tucked into high leather storm trooper boots and the brim of his cap turned up. Big beard. He made a habit of cursing "the fucking chomos" to the other guards within earshot of prisoners. Duck Dynasty was the one cop who made us all shiver. One day at lunch, there was a...
PID: apw:12358792
Date Uploaded: 2020-06-18T19:08:06.13Z

Title: Judge
Author: Fischman, Arnold
Pages: 1 page
Text (TR_WF): Judge The sound of Judge's fist on the old man's jaw was like a slab of meat slamming onto the concrete floor. There was a lot of blood. Judge was the very big black man in the corner bunk in the South wing of Bravo Unit. His voice and presence took up all the space in the wing. Judge was the self-appointed police of the dorm. Old man Anderson was a white sex offender who rolled round in his wheelchair in a mental fog. You might remark, "that really narrows it down". Ander...
PID: apw:12358790
Date Uploaded: 2020-06-18T19:08:04.022Z

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