Boron - Chapter 20

You Don't Have To Get It Right...

You Just Have To Get It MOVING!

And now, in closing, let me tell you another true prison
story. It is about another encounter I had that was very
different than this one. You see, in the event I just
described my roommate wasn't trying to "bulldog" me or shove
me around. He just lost his temper in a childish way and
doesn't have the "emotional tools" to respond to such a
situation with maturity.

But this other one was different. You see, we have this
black guy here at Boron (never mind his name) who is very
strong and very loud. He lifts weights all the time and he
is forever yelling (more prison talk - unprintable).

Well, as it happens, one evening I was playing pool and
there weren't enough pool cues to go around. So what happens
is this black guy comes into the pool room (where everybody
but me is black) and starts running his mouth and while I'm
racking the balls he snatches my pool cue and informs me
that that is the way it was going to be.

I walked over to him and it got real quiet in that pool
room. It got even quieter when I put my hands on his
shoulders and my face right in front of his and said to him
eyeball to eyeball:

"Look my friend, here's how it is. This

is my stick and you ain't taking it."

And then I took the stick away from him and resumed playing
pool.

God I Hate This!

I Love You And Good Luck

Dad