Yesterday, while Lt. O. was on his block, they heard a fight in progress in a nearby cell, lots of banging, bodies hitting the walls, etc.
They waited a bit for the occupants to tire, and when only wimpering was coming from the cell, they rolled in. Opening the door, they saw.......one inmate.
Interesting. When asked what the story was, the inmate explained that his right hand wanted to have sex with him, but his left hand didn't want that to happen. Fair enough. So the two fought. And they really did fight, because the man's right hand was bruised/swollen. No sex was had.
Later, they escorted the crook down the corridor, past me, on his way to talk to the psychologist. He looked like the Wild Man From Borneo; filthy, with long, wild hair, wrinkled clothing, spectacles, and I'm sure a razor hadn't touched his face in well over a year. Maybe two.
All this made me recall just how inadequate our mental health care capabilities are.