Vanity. Ares

Chapter 2 — The Sun Never Rains
A knock at the prison cell door and the trial
had arrived. Those five months were spent with
me having no real understanding of time. This is a
huge part of prison; that feeling of complete
detachment, not of solitude, no you get used to the
solitude, mostly because in prison you are
surrounded by imbeciles—the other inmates are
stupid, which is probably why they are where they
were. If this weren’t the case they would be being
stupid freely, but they were caught being stupid so
they were officially stupid. The guards were also
mostly stupid, if they weren’t they would be Artists
or Lawyers, but no they were guard inmates,
resolving issues arising from spilt Ravioli, for
instance. I always found it ridiculous that the only
thing that differed from myself and these guards
was that they were being paid, but like the
prisoners, the guards held grudges too: there was
one male guard that seemed to wink at me on my
way out of the shower once, and I just walked
straight past. I did not know how else to react to
this. But, a few days had passed and that same
Officer knocked on my cell door and told me that I
would not be allowed into the yard that day: “I
could even get you thrown in the hole,” he added
as he swung his keys and his two eye's googled at
me, I then shrugged and from his frown I sensed
that he had done this because I had ignored his
wink a few days before. He was then more
offended by my indifference, as if I failed to
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