The inmates that had the misfortune to be transferred to Cruz, have stuffed our mailbox with their tales of woe.
“Holy shit! Who let out the zombies? Did they close down Flamingo? (ed. note: Flamingo is the name of the mental health facilities.). Because the crazies are on Charley yard!
Just on my run alone, we have a homicidal schizophrenic, and two gals that are catatonic zombies. There are so many here that don’t bathe, comb their hair, or speak in complete sentences. One young gal thinks she’s a tin soldier, and walks all day around the yard, at attention, from sunup to sundown. Another gal throws herself against the wall screaming obscenities at any male guard. The rest of them stare into space talking to themselves.