Thursday, December 19, 2013
Bible, I used to sit on it on the stone floor, when they seed I was
doing that they took the Bible away and brought back a leetle pocket
size one so big. Couldn’t sit on it so I read the whole Bible and Testament. Hey hey” he poked me, munching his candy, he was always
eating candy because his stomach had been ruined in the pen and couldn’t
stand anything else---“You know they’s some real hot things in that
ba-ble.” He told me what it was to signify. “Anybody that’s leaving jail
soon and starts talking about his release date is signifying to the
other fellas that have to stay. We take him by the neck and say ‘Don’t
signify with me!’ Bad thing to signify- -y’hear me?” “I won’t signify,
George.” “Anybody signify with me my nose opens up, I get mad enough to
kill. You know why I have been in jail all my life? Because I lost my
temper when I was thirteen years old. I was in a movie with a boy and he
made a crack about my mother---you know that dirty word----and I took
out my jack-knife and cut up his throat and woulda killed him if they
hadn’t drug me off. Judge said, Did you know what you were doing when
you attacked your friend. Yessir, your honor, I did, I wanted to kill the
sonofabitch and still do. So I didn’t get no parole and went straight to
reform school. I got piles too from sitting in solitary. Don’t ever go
to a Federal pen, they’re the worsest. Sheet, I could talk all night
it’s been so long since I talked to somebody. You don’t know how GOOD I
feel coming out. You just sitting in that bus when I got on---riding
through Terre Haute---what was you thinking?” “I was just sitting there
riding.” “Me, I was singing. I sat down next to you cause I was afraid
to set down next to any gals for fear I go crazy and reach under their
dress. I gotta wait a while.” “Another hitch in jail and you’ll be put
away for life---you better take it easy from now.” “That’s what I intend
to do, only trouble is m’nose opens up and I can’t tell what I’m
doing.” He was on his way to live with his brother and sister-in-law;
they had a job for him in Colorado. His ticket was bought by the Feds,
his destination on the parole. Here was a young kid like Neal had been;
his blood boiled too much for him to bear; his nose opened up; but no
native saintliness to save him from the iron fate. “Be a buddy and watch
m’nose don’t
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