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The first time you end up Inside, you think serving your sentence is going to
take forever. But soon you learn: no matter how much time you have to do, some
parts of it never take long. The Aryan clenched his fists, glancing down at his
cartoon-huge forearms as if to reassure himself all that cable-tendoned muscle
was real. He was on the downside of steroid burnout, dazed and dangerous.
The Latino wouldn't know a kata from the Koran, but he was an idiot savant of
violence, with the kinetic intelligence of a pit bull.
They faced each other in a far corner of the prison yard, screened off from the
ground-level guards by the never-intersecting streams of cons flowing around
them.
Any experienced gun-tower hack could read the swirls below him, see something
was up. But the convicts knew the duty roster better than the warden. They knew
the tower closest to the action was manned by a tired old guy with thirty years
on the job and a good supply of gash magazines. All they had to do was keep the
noise down.
"Only play is to stay away." The Prof spoke low to me.
"Yeah," I said. "Larsen's not built for distance. If Jester gets
him tired, ... read full excerpt from: Pain Management ebook
