Solitary confinement

They should put me in prison, I tell X. No, they should put me in solitary confinement, I say. They say people go mad in solitary confinement, but I’m going mad out here. I might as well go mad in there. At least in solitary confinement I’d have time to think. Discipline, that’s what I need, silence and time is what I need, but I can’t do it by myself, if I’m left to my own devices I just lie about and watch TV in my underwear, you see me do it all the time, don’t you? They might as well lock me up, I say, they’d be doing me a favour. But they wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t know what hit them, I say, when they saw a free man sitting there in the hole with the light of God in his eyes!


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