The Lady Barkley

The following is an excerpt from part one:

It starts with a state marshal bitch and finishing touches are left to the C/O monsters. The cause for him missing the court date is a squabble involving an inmate. After I had left the final holding cell to board the bus, an enormous Hispanic man approaches Sid. “Do you know me?” Sid says no and the guy spits in his face, then continues. “Well I know you. You’re a ripper.” Then he spits again. Sid walks over to the doorway where a C/O, observing the tiff, is standing—no doubt the C/O who arranged the harassment. Sid tells him that he is being threatened and he feels sick. They move him into a small cubicle by himself.

Sometime later Sid is retrieved and escorted to the hospital. No blood is gushing, no guts hanging out. “There’s nothing fuckin’ wrong with you, you’re goin’ to court.” He is lugged back through the maze and to the sally port exit. There, Badge 191 of the can-do-no-wrong state marshal’s gang shoves him onto the bus. She is an absolute bulldog dyke with all kinds of metal rings pierced throughout her head. She directs Sid to the cage in which spit-man is sitting. Spit-man begins to howl. “Come over here, man. I like you. I wanna’ sit on your lap.” Sid tells Bulldog that this guy spit at and threatened him. He can’t sit there. He asks if he can sit in the empty cage across from him. “Get the fuck in there.”

“Can’t I please just go in the empty one?” Bulldog yanks him off the bus and back inside the prison pit. She taunts, “He doesn’t want to go on the bus. He’s ScaaaAAaaarred!” Sid is dragged back to a holding cell where he spends the entire day. Finally, he is booked for refusing to go to court.