NIghtly Inspection
2003-09-02 - 3:16 a.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
Johnell looked at me. "Maaan! E're night! E're night this week! E're time you work, you dump my personals." I inadvertantly dumped the personal shelf of his footlocker down into the lower portion of the box when I did the nightly inspection. Every night that big dumb thug would stand idly by while white bread me inspected everyone, and in the process of looking for dust, dumped his personal tray. Night after night after night. Toiletries everywhere. Later on, when they became my group in title as well as in fact I would root through all their belongings and beddings, looking for contraband, making quite a mess of everything, inadvertently breaking them down and pushing their buttons in the process, hardly ever finding anything of relevance, but really tearing up the place at least weekly. After awhile, I think they took it as a sign of love, that I would climb into their lives like no father ever did. "You like me the best don' you, Mr.Argentum. You always tear up my stuff the most out of arybody." Johnell said, looking at me with obvious affection. I was looking for porn. Porn and homeade shanks. Things they couldn't have. Later on, I heard that he got arrested again, fled the courtroom in the middle of arraignment, quite the spectacle. I guess Johnell still had some things to work on.
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