Good Behavior by Nathan L. Henry

Author:Nathan L. Henry
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing Plc
Published: 2010-10-22T04:00:00+00:00

[ TWENTY-NINE ]

Josh came by my door and asked me if I wanted to go to rec. It was raining, so it would be inside. I wondered if Dicky the Grandma Slayer would be there. He hadn’t been around yesterday. I thought, “Maybe somebody finally shanked his ass. If he’s around, we’ll play Ping-Pong, and if he isn’t, I guess I’ll look out the window and watch the street.” It’s about the only room in the building from which you can see a street that’s very busy at all.

Josh said he’d be back in a minute. There might have been a fight down in C-18, the cell block at the end of the hall. I’d heard a bunch of noise earlier from that direction, around six thirty, and several of the guards had run past my door. That’s where Josh was headed. He was pushing the mop bucket, had rubber gloves on—probably going to clean up some blood. Where the hell were the trustees? They normally did that kind of nasty shit.

Josh was a nice guy, but I always had the impression that the other guards took a shit on him. He wasn’t cut out for high-stress work. He got this look on his face when he was pushed too far, like he was going to snap emotionally and he didn’t know what to do with himself. I never thought he was capable of being violent, though. I thought he would throw something or kick something, like a desk or a door.

He had a Harley apparently, a Heritage Classic—big fucking bike. He showed me a picture of it. Black with a lot of chrome. If he ever went to biker rallies, the other bikers probably picked on him, made him buy their beer, and he’d probably go off to get their beer with that same irate spastic look on his face he got in the jail when things got too stressful. But who knows? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Josh was a hard-ass after all. Maybe that look was the look he got when he tried to control his violent temper, and if he ever let the dark side take over, there’d be bodies all over the place.

He finally came back and took me to the rec room.

Dicky didn’t come down, so I watched the street and hoped girls with nice asses would walk by so at night I could try to remember what they looked like while I jerked off. But, like I said, it was raining, so no hot girls walked by. Nobody walked by.

I hated to admit it, but I felt a little lonely without Dicky. At least we could have played some Ping-Pong.

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