January 17, 1976
Vern looked about the prison. It was large building, for the likes of it, they seemed to be renovating because he could smell fresh paint.
Oww! Stupid wires! he thought nursing his sore mouth.
"Hey, you Schillinger?!" a female officer barked at him.
He nodded slowly, so as not to rip his gums. He studied her for a moment. He could tell she wasn't fully white, possibly part Spic or a full blood Pole. She definitely wasn't Aryan, that's for sure. She was a tall woman, almost as tall as he was. Her hair and eyes were brown. He rubbed his cheek again.
"Well, you retarded or something? Get your ass over here!" she hissed.
Snotty ass bitch!
Vern pulled himself up off the bench he was sitting on. That woman was staring at him so hard, her stares were burning holes through him. It made him uncomfortable.
Jeez, if stares could kill...
"Aryan imbecile!" Vern could hear the officer say as he got closer.
He finally got up to the officer.
"Finally! Look, this is your sponsor. Mickey Holt meet Vern Schillinger. Mickey'll show you to your cell."
Vern looked him over. He was built. He had one of the stupid beetles haircuts. His hair was dirty blonde and his eyes were the same shade of blue Vern's were. He finally shook Mickey's hand.
"Nice to meet ya. Don't mind Officer Dias. She's naturally bitchy!" Mickey responded "What up with the whole silence routine?"
Vern pointed to his cheek.
"Oh. Mouth wired shut, sounds painful!" Mickey replied. "Well, you need anything I'm in the cell across the corridor."
Vern nodded and stepped it to his cell.
Lovely, I get to spend the next four years in this fuck hole.