Chapter 17
I protested through the bars. “I haven’t been charged with anything; I haven’t been read my rights; I haven’t had an opportunity to talk to my lawyer. Now let me go.”
My loud protests caused an uproar in the other cells. Some prisoners yelled support while just as many let me know I should: “Shut the f**k up before I shove your f*****g rights up your ass—along with my dick.”
Two Correctional Officers, or CO’s, or guards, stood outside my cell and casually whacked the palms of their hands with black nightsticks. I retreated to the concrete bench that served as my bed and didn’t say another word.
Eventually, the topic changed, and the CO’s left me alone. I took a series of deep breaths and tried to control my anger. Randy had me locked up and out of the way for the next sevent
