The Penitentiary library was like a public library in many ways. There was a librarian, there were books, the facility was open during certain hours, and people came in to check out books. That was where the similarities ended.
One of the primary differences was the accountability for the items checked out. Sure, you put your name on a card so the librarian knew who had the books, but there was no penalty for keeping the books beyond the time frame allowed. I guess the due date was more of a suggestion. The library staff was hoping that housing-unit staff would find the books in the cells or lockers, notice that they were overdue, and confiscate them. As if we did not have enough to do. Returning books became the honor system amongst those with no honor.
Do homosexuals use your local library as a meeting place where they can secretly have sex? No? Well, I guess that would be another primary difference between a typical public library and the Penitentiary library. Due to the previously mentioned return problem, the stacks are so low; you could be your own lookout. One of the best library customers was an old man who came in wearing an adult diaper everyday. In his youth, and I guess, for most of his adult life as well, he willingly took it from well-hung guys, blew out his O-ring, and no longer had the ability to hold his mud.
“Hey, can I get some of that man-pussy?”
“You and me, we’re dinosaurs, and make no mistake… the meteor’s coming.”
One of the primary differences was the accountability for the items checked out. Sure, you put your name on a card so the librarian knew who had the books, but there was no penalty for keeping the books beyond the time frame allowed. I guess the due date was more of a suggestion. The library staff was hoping that housing-unit staff would find the books in the cells or lockers, notice that they were overdue, and confiscate them. As if we did not have enough to do. Returning books became the honor system amongst those with no honor.
Do homosexuals use your local library as a meeting place where they can secretly have sex? No? Well, I guess that would be another primary difference between a typical public library and the Penitentiary library. Due to the previously mentioned return problem, the stacks are so low; you could be your own lookout. One of the best library customers was an old man who came in wearing an adult diaper everyday. In his youth, and I guess, for most of his adult life as well, he willingly took it from well-hung guys, blew out his O-ring, and no longer had the ability to hold his mud.
“Hey, can I get some of that man-pussy?”
“You and me, we’re dinosaurs, and make no mistake… the meteor’s coming.”
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