Habeas Corpus

I could do the rest of my time on Block 10 standing on my head!” he hollered at the deputy superintendent of Walpole State Prison after a hearing didn’t go his way. “How do you think you’re going to straighten me out—you fuckin’ knob-head guinea!” He’d target every authority figure he could—“From now on, you better keep your right up!” Especially the guards—“Why don’t you resign like Angus did? You’re yellow just like him, I scared him, and now you’re scared!” He threw his urine and stools at them so often that they wore raincoats during their rounds.