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Mostly Non-Fiction


Title:  Metal Fatigue

Series:  N/A

Author: William Earl

Author's Page:  Other Titles

Publisher:  Lots Cave

Language: English

Length:  17,532 Words

ISBN:  9781310988974


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Metal Fatigue


eBook SYNOPSIS

Metal Fatigue is an anthology of stories relating to prison, incarceration, hopelessness and hope. These are largely the first person accountings of survival behind bars and give a visceral look at what it means to do time. The stories present a critical look at the prison system and the stats for those held behind bars. A child lost to the system, a father’s plea for reconnection.

A wrongly punished man feels what he is accused of does not deserve punishment. There is no way society can enforce discipline on a man who feels he is being unjustly treated. For some, any attempted unjust discipline triggers the "Law Of Necessity", which means that to him "No Law" exists whatsoever. You see, necessity knows no law! For instance, any law forbidding one to kill is voided when done on self-defense. Moreover, during times of war, all laws are silent. Didn’t Congress declare war on crime? Thus a wrongly punished man finds himself in a state of war he did not declare. By his right of survival, does any law exist now that binds him?

For YOU, no intelligent person should respect an unjust law. Nor should YOU feel any guilt over breaking it. YOU should simply follow the Eleventh Commandment: "Don't Get Caught".

But for everyone, tougher criminal laws will never work. People do not plan to get angry or go out of control any more than they plan to behave predictably. Considered on a macro level, society cannot adequately change human nature by criminalizing it. Criminal incidents reflect the foreseeable if not predictable responses of humans under great stress. Pack overheated people onto roads and in cities, treat them like dirt, lie to them, manipulate them, price-gouge them; and you will see the numbers of rage incidents and criminality, by definition, increase. This is a ticking bomb.


eBook EXCERPT

Jimmy passed his eighteenth birthday locked inside a cold, stinky cell in the obsolete old city jail. The toilet obviously didn’t work, an issue probably for several years… running.

He thoughtfully reflected on his dry-humor pun. Besides, no one locked up ever flushes the motherfucking john. Never. Revoltingly putrid fecal matter, left in desperation by prisoners with nowhere else to go, overflowed and formed a vile puddle at a low spot in the frigid concrete floor. The prison smelled like shit. Smelled worse than shit. His own more recent addition was beginning to decay.

If Jimmy had been home for his birthday, no doubt his father would’ve treated him to a steak dinner at The Outback; and perhaps a ballgame at the stadium afterword. Instead, Jimmy celebrated with foul-tasting water—grey water reprocessed from sewer waste—and several slices of stale bread upon which a near-microscopic dab of something resembling peanut-butter could be found sticking near the center—if one studied it closely, of course. The rancid bread was always stale in this place, just like the air, thick with mildew and the smell of unwashed bodies. It all mixed with the reeking toilet to produce an odor more disgusting than sweaty armpit pubes set on a smoldering fire.

Tonight, for the most part, a stifling quiet lingered throughout the cellblock. The only sounds being the incidental shout of a guard, the muffled moan from a prisoner, or the occasional fart from either. Every so often, a cell door clanked open, followed by scuffling noises signaling a new prisoner’s arrival.

Two weeks forever, he’d sat there in solitary now. But he still wasn’t so desperate as other prisoners on the cellblock who would actually shit themselves just for a laugh. Two weeks plus three lonely days, he reminded himself, marking off another day on the wall with the sharp edge of a small stone, chipped away from a section of rotting-old concrete. He made the mark with an awkward jab of his left hand. His right arm hung broken, suspended in a dirty sling he’d torn from an old rag.

Sinking down onto the cold concrete slab that served as a bed, Jimmy leaned his head against the wall and shut his eyes. He figured it might be nine o’clock… or thereabout, although he really couldn’t be sure. Maybe ten. His watch had disappeared on intake at R&D receiving the first day, along with all his other personal effects… confiscated for “purposes of security” by the prison R&D guards. Problem was, they’d never listed his expensive Rolex watch on that property receipt they’d forced him to sign under the threat of tossing him in solitary stripped naked.

Any questions about time, or anything, for that matter, brought only taunts and trouble from the guards. Especially the big one called ‘Boiler Bob’—so named by the prisoners for those angry-looking boils in evidence on the back and both sides of his incredibly thick neck.

“What’s time to a prison roach?” Boiler Bob would mock, his furry broken teeth bared in a cruel laugh. “Hah, I know! I bet you’re impatient for your next fine meal… is that it?” Invariably he and the other guards goaded the prisoners about the food: food so foul even the cockroaches all passed around it in wide arcs.

THE SMELL OF UNWASHED BODIES AND DECAYING FOOD FROM PERSONAL STASHES... LIKE A SLAUGHTERHOUSE DUMPSTER FILLED WITH OLD SNEAKERS...!


eBook DESCRIPTION

Metal Fatigue is an anthology of stories relating to prison, incarceration, hopelessness and hope. These are largely first person accounts of survival behind bars and give a visceral look at what it means to do time. The stories present a critical look at the prison system and the stats for those held behind bars. A child lost to the system, a father’s plea for reconnection.

eBook TAGS    Prison Story Anthology, Incarceration Stories, Hopelessness and Hope, First Person Accounts, Survival Behind Bars, Doing Jail Time

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