Donnie had gotten into a fight at a Towson bar on a Friday. After the cops locked him up he had to spend the weekend in the Towson Jail. When he came to work on Monday night he had a tale to tell.
One Sick Bastard
#59-08: day, under a minute, eye-witness
“This was in the Towson facility. We were in the common room watching TV—about half white, half black—when this guy starts griping about changing the channel. This guy was one sick bastard. He had raped and killed this crippled girl and left her in the woods. We hated that fucker. A little guy really.
“Well, he gets into it with this big black dude over the TV, and calls him a niցցer! I thought, ‘Now that’s real smart.’
“The black dude picks him up and dunks him head first into this big rubber trash can. Everybody was sayin,’ ‘Kill the sick bastard’ and cheerin’. So he grabs the guy by the ankles and starts pounding his head into the bottom of the trash can like he’s using a post-hole digger, and just left him there [limp] with his legs danglin’ out of the trash can.”
-Donnie
