America the Poor: A Wanderers Tale, Vol Two

Chapter 20:Tony goes down for the count

After that drab and very forgettable breakfast there was a bit of drama, and to someone like myself, drama equals free entertainment. I was never a fan of mindless TV, so real life drama scenes were my equivalent.

Following breakfast, I sat there in the main dayroom, watching others play cards, and pretty much vegetating. I sat in one of the thick plastic chairs looking forward at a blank wall, comfortable thinking pretty much nothing. Not even a desire to continue reading my book I started before. So much easier to lounge like a carrot, thinking no thoughts, of any kind. It was somewhat comforting, the blank space I sat in, as well as the one in my head.

True comfort is basically a form of laziness,is it not? It's also the most alluring drug that ever existed. That's the plan I imagine, at least in the short term. It's all by careful design, and exactly the point of these prescribed "medications″.

They wanted walking zombies, not patients, and I became that tragic result. Mindless lazy boys were so much easier to control in almost any situation, when it's so much more comfortable to unquestionably obey than to ever resist. It's like a warm familiar blanket, simpler and easy just to lay down and follow anything asked of us.

I was staring at the wall mindlessly, but not for long. I heard a very loud cracking and sadly desperate voice babbling and yelling. "Leave me the Fuck alone, get away from me, fuck you assholes", over and over. A fat black boy ran past me, and he knocked over the entire card table and its players in his haste, and cards went flying in all possible directions, as well as a few boys. With a few sounds of pain when some of their skulls knocked against the hard floor.

Somehow strangely satisfying and entertaining to me. I was a cold being at that time, and the little joys I received in life came from the miseries and pains of others. Apparently I was in the right place for this sort of thing. Plenty of misery in the mental institution.

He ran past us, knocking over the table and players, and he didn't miss a beat, still babbling nonsense to pursuing staff that weren't actually listening, nor even cared. He was a big boy, and his weight certainly had momentum. His name was Tony Brown, and he had a sad story as well, but he wasn't talking right then at that moment, he was too busy yelling and running for his life. After his passing, maybe 3 seconds later two very large male staff ran past as well, intent on taking poor Tony Brown down for the count. Sadly the odds were completely unfair, Tony was destined to lose.

Shortly after, out of my sight I heard a very loud thump, and the swearing intensified. "Motherfuckers, fuck you, ill kill you, let me go, let me up", this continued on and on. I motivated myself to rise from my lethargy, as a witness, and I got up from my seat, and wandered to the edge of the dayroom, where I could witness poor Tony Brown underneath the two staff, babbling and spitting, drool hanging from his mouth onto the yellow floor. He seemed like a rabid dog, ready to be put down, probably for good. Sadly, it wasn't forever, Tony would live, but he was bound for the "quiet room", most certainly.

The staff seemed intent on keeping poor Tony immobile, and in pain as well. He kept spitting and swearing, face down of course. His arms, legs and neck were locked. I'm guessing the entire staff were trained in every wrestling lock ever known to man, quite useful in this place certainly, although I never witnessed a piledriver performed in all my time there. It's such a shame that us insane boys and patients did not possess the same training, we might have balanced out the odds and added some fairness to the game. Society has never been about fairness, in fact it was never even a consideration in literally any part of our greedy society. The rich somehow deserve their riches, and the poor also somehow deserve to live in poverty forever. ...

Our American society claims to embrace justice, and fairness, but in reality it's never really existed. It was always just a pipe dream. A wonderful and commonly believed and beautiful mass held delusion. America has to go through the shallow motions, and make it SEEM like there's fairness and justice, like they fucking really care, even though neither state ever really existed. America caring about the locked up and disenfranchised is a total farce, and never will exist as long as we live.