justanotherjames

My most frequent co-worker was assaulted by an inmate tonight. I'm a bit put off by this, I know it's an omnipresent situation given our present calling, but he's a good guy and he got attacked (albeit poorly) by a punk motherfucker who doesn't understand the action-consequence principle. It turned out okay in the end, my fellow officer wasn't injured and the cocksucker who came at him is cold in a cell with little but a mattress, a blanket and an unflattering "little black dress" known as a "suicide smock". It's a thankless job dealing with inmates generally and when we're affronted it's a bit unsettling to our ilk. Strange business this...On an unrelated note I'm reading "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins and it is absolutely phenomenal.