Moving Flu

“Me and Reese are not catable as cellies.” “How come?”
“Batiste, he wanted to suck my dick!” “Did you let him?”
“Hell no!”

“Was it the facial hair?” “No, I just ain’t queer.”


“I like to tease homos into thinking that I might be interested. Once in awhile, when I get in weird moods, I’m not sure that I’m not curious.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Batiste?”

“Yes, yes, of course. Now where do you want to move?”
“Remember that guy? He used to fight cows.” “You mean Johnson, the calf-roper?”
“Yah, that guy. Does he have a celly?”

“I think he does. How about Fitzgerald? He needs a celly.”
“No, he’s not speaking white.” “Are you prejudice, Flu?”

“My walls have gone up and my guns are drawn.” “That’s depressing.”
“I don’t need help with my depression; I need to start with my brain. Do you think I need a new brain?”
“Just fix the one you got.”

“I guess you gotta make the vest outta stuff. But my brain; I have this pressure in my head, there is attention in my eyes.”
Now I am hearing in Pflugisms. If he meant “a tension” it would make perfect sense.
“Fitz has a violent nature. I’m not sure I could move you in there anyway.”
“I believe when you hit a kid, they get violence.”

“Ya know, we don’t have to come up with the answer right this second.”


“Eventually, we’ll have to work on it later.”

“At the moment, I have to get you back to your cell.” “Can’t I go outside?”
“No. You missed doors.”

“Will that bubble bitch get pissed if you let me out anyway?”
“Flu, you know I won’t step on her…toes.”

“You wanted to say crank, didn’t you? She gets more dick than I do, and I got one! Those nipples are so hard; you could cut ice with them. I am veloping hatred towards her.”
“Why?”

“Thayer’s got a bandana against me.” “What did you do to her?” “Nothing.”
“Then why?”

“For being a paranoi? I told her, I come in piece of mind. She just doesn’t understand criminals. She thinks that people always come back to the crime of the scene. She talks about me to other staff too. She don’t know, but I got ears like a hawk.”
Flu never did get a celly. We had to move him into a completely empty cell. Not even the slobberin’ slope-heads would have him. Eventually, he transferred back to LCC for the inpatient mental health program offered at that location.

“What was the warning shot for?”

“The Orangemen were going at it again. They were playing patti-cake on the yard.”