Eat THIS !

The following is an excerpt from part one:

He is then paired up with some weirdo who constantly reads bible passages aloud but has no clue whatsoever of their meaning. He is constantly badgering Sid to have sex. He is constantly declined. Sid’s injuries from the Jeep accident and Riff ’s attack are exacerbated from the upheaval of the previous days but he is denied attention by the nursing staff or any C/Os that wander by on occasion. He asks the weirdo cellie to write out a medical-request form for him and then surrenders it though the slit in the door.

Before you know it, Sid is ushered to the hospital. He sits before a psychiatrist and the deputy warden. Snickering C/Os are looking on. Inquiries are made about him being suicidal. He tells them that he is not feeling suicidal. That is not what he asked his cellmate to write. Everyone ignores him. Then he says that he does not care to speak to any of them because there is no one he can trust. Again, no one listens. No one cares about anything he has to offer. He is wasting his time. The deputy warden does not intervene. She scratches notes on her little clipboard notepad and observes as they pull him off to suicide watch.

The suicide cells have long, skinny, horizontal two-way mirrors and surveillance cameras. They are stark and sterile (not as in “sterilized,” however). The one hundred-million lumen lighting remains glaring 24-7. Routine comments by C/Os, as they peer through the catacomb’s windows, are never-ending. “You’re not dead yet?” “Hey faggot, are you hungry? Eat this.”