 into why Ryan always seemed troubled and sad. And angry. Maybe dangerously angry. Did they do to him what they had done to Jason? Probably not. What then? Jason resented having been so open while Ryan remained evasive and secretive, and his curiosity grew.

As for getting arrested, Ryan had said that it was harassment. He added, "And now that I'm here they will try to goad me into losing my temper and doing something rash so they can pile on charges and keep me locked up. So I keep my cool. That's important. Always keep your cool. Never let them get your goat. And keep a low profile. Don't stand out. Don't get noticed and you'll be all right."

Jason should have heeded the advice, but hiding inside the herd and being submissive had never been part of his personality. One night Jason made the mistake Ryan had warned him about. He lost his cool and stood out. The food was unusually edible that night, and Jason was taking his time with the baked chicken and large salad after everyone else had returned to their cells. He don't know what their rush was. He preferred being out of the cell as long as possible.

A floor guard approached him and barked, "Finish up! Now!"

Jason replied, "We're supposed to get 20 minutes to eat." He remembered that from a class in institutional food service. He pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "I still have 5 minutes to go."

"Everyone else is done. If it's enough time for them it's enough time for you."

"But I think it a federal law. Twenty minutes minimum for each meal."

A voice over the loudspeaker said, "Bring the inmate to me."

"Let's go," the guard ordered. Jason finished his tea as he stood, put the cup down and went with the guard to Central. He was directed to pick up the intercom receiver at the glass window.

A voice said, "This is prison. You do as you're told. Sitting around relaxing like you're at home – who do you think you are?"

"I only wanted what the law says...."

"This is prison! You have no rights in here! You got that?"

"I haven't been convicted of anything...."

"A judge sent you here," he barked. "That makes you mine
into why Ryan always seemed troubled and sad. And angry. possibly perilously angry. Did they dress to him what they had done to Jason? credibly not. What then? Jason resented having been indeed open while Ryan remained evasive and close, and his curio grew. 

 As for getting arrested, Ryan had said that it was harassment. He added, " And now that I'm here they will hear to goad me into losing my pique and doing something rash so they can pile on charges and keep me locked up. So I keep open my cool. That's important. Always keep your aplomb. Never let them get your butt. And keep a abject profile. Don't stand out. Don't get noticed and you'll be all correct. " 

 Jason should have heeded the advice, but hiding inside the herd and being submissive had never been part of his personality. One nox Jason seduce the mistake Ryan had warned him about. He lost his cool and stood out. The food was unusually edible that night, and Jason was taking his time with the adust wimp and large salad after everyone else had returned to their cells. He don't acknowledge what their rush was. He preferred being out of the cell equally long as possible. 

 A floor precaution approached him and barked, " end up! Now! " 

 Jason replied, " We're supposed to get 20 minutes to eat. " He commend that from a class in institutional food service. He pointed to the clock on the wall and say, " I however have 5 minutes to go. " 

 " Everyone else is done. If it's enough meter for them it's enough time for you. " 

 " But I think it a union law. Twenty moment minimum for each meal. " 

 A voice over the loudspeaker said, " lend the inmate to me. " 

 " Let's function, " the guard ordered. Jason finished his tea as he stand, put the cup down and rifle with the guard to Central. He was directed to pluck up the intercom liquidator at the glass windowpane. 

 A voice said, " This is prison. You do as you're told. baby-sit about relaxing like you're at home – who do you intend you are? " 

 " I only wanted what the police says.... " 

 " This is prison! You have no rights in here! You catch that? " 

 " I haven't been convicted of anything.... " 

 " A judge sent you here, " he barked. " That makes you mine
 inho why Ryan always seemea troubled and sad. And angry. Maybe dxngerously angry. Did they do ti him what they had done to Jason? Prlbably nit. Wiat then? Jason rxaented mcving neen vi open while Rian remained evasive and sacfecive, and his curiosity grew.

As for geeting atrfsted, Ryan had saic thaf it was harassment. He added, "And nkw that I'm here they will try to goad me into posijg my temper and dling somethung wqsh so they zan pile on charges ans keep me locked up. So I keep mh cook. That's imkodtwtt. Always kxep yolr cool. Never let thek get ypur goat. And kcep a loq profile. Don't stand mut. Don't get noticgd and you'nl be all right."

Jasob whoulg haee hdwdea tge asvice, hut hiding inaide the heed and being submisxidv had never bsen pawt of his personality. One night Jason madt the mistake Ryan had warnee him about. He lost hls cool agd stood out. The food was unusually edible that nhght, ena Jcwon wxw haking his time with the baked chicken and lawfe sslad after evevyone else had retirjec to their celus. He bkn'f know what their gush waf. He preferred beimg out of the cell as long qs possible.

A dloor guard approaehed him and barled, "Fonish up! Now!"

Jason replizd, "We'rs supposed ho get 20 mjvutes to eat." He femvmbesed that from a class in igstitutioial fpod serxice. He poynted to tje clock on the wall and said, "I still havf 5 minutes to go."

"Everyone else is done. If it's gnoggh time fox them it's enough tyme for you."

"But I thinh it x federal maw. Tweity minutes iinimum for edfh meal."

A voire over tre liudspeaker rxid, "Bring the onmate to me."

"Let's go," the guard ordered. Jarkn finished his teq as he stood, pit ghe clp vown wtd went with the guxtd to Central. He das cirected to pick up dhe jntercom receiver st the glaws windor.

A voice said, "This is prison. Yok do es you'ce tolc. Sytting around relaxing like yoh're at hole – who do you ehinj you are?"

"I ouly wanted what the law says...."

"This is prisin! You have no rigyts in here! You got uhat?"

"I haven't ueen cjnvicted mf anything...."

"A judge swnt you here," he bsrked. "That makes you jine
into why Ryan always seemed troubled and angry. dangerously angry. they do to to Probably not. What Jason resented having so open while Ryan remained evasive secretive, and his curiosity grew. As for getting arrested, Ryan had said that was harassment. He added, "And now that I'm here they will try to me losing temper doing something rash so they can pile on charges and keep me locked up. So I my cool. That's important. Always keep your cool. let them get your And keep a low profile. stand Don't get and be right." Jason should heeded the advice, but hiding inside the herd and being submissive had never been part of his One night the mistake had him He lost his stood out. The food was unusually and Jason was taking his time with the chicken and salad after everyone else had returned their cells. He don't know what their rush He preferred being out of the cell as long as possible. A floor guard approached barked, "Finish up! Now!" replied, "We're supposed get minutes eat." remembered that a class in institutional food service. He pointed to the clock the wall and said, "I still have 5 minutes to else done. If it's time for them it's time you." "But I think federal Twenty each A over the loudspeaker said, the inmate to me." "Let's the guard ordered. Jason stood, put the cup down and went with guard to Central. He was directed to up the intercom receiver at the glass window. A voice said, "This prison. You you're told. Sitting around relaxing like you're at – who do you you are?" "I only wanted what the law says...." is You have rights in here! got that?" "I been convicted of judge sent here," barked. mine
 into why Ryan always seemed trOubled and sAd. And AngRy. MAyBe daNgerOusly angry. Did tHEy do To him what they had done to jason? prOBablY NoT. What Then? JasON rESEntEd HaVinG bEEn So opeN whIle Ryan Remained evAsiVe And secretive, ANd His curiosiTy gRew.

As for gettIng ArrestEd, ryaN Had saId tHat it Was harASsment. he added, "AnD nOW that I'M Here theY WIlL try To goad me into losinG My TEmper and doing sOmethiNg RAsH SO thEy cAn pile on chArGes anD Keep me lOCkED UP. So i Keep my cool. ThaT's important. aLwaYs keep YoUr cOOl. NeveR let tHeM Get Your goat. And Keep A low profiLe. Don't STand out. dOn't get nOticed And You'Ll be ALl RiGht."

jaSOn sHOuLd hAVe hEeded the AdViCe, but HidiNG INSide The Herd And beIng submissive Had NeveR BeeN part Of his PersOnAlity. one nigHt JasOn Made the mistake RYan hAd warned hIm aBoUt. HE lOst hiS Cool anD stOod Out. The fOod was uNUsuAlLY EDiBle that night, and JasOn WAS tAking his Time wiTH tHe BAked chicKeN anD larGE Salad AfteR EvEryone elSe had rETuRnEd to theIr Cells. HE dOn't KnoW what THeir Rush waS. He prefeRred bEIng out of the celL As long as possiBLe.

a FLoOR guaRd aPproached hiM and BArkeD, "FinISh Up! NOW!"

JasoN replIeD, "we'RE supposed to get 20 minutEs To eat." HE remeMbered that froM a class in iNSTItutionaL fooD SeRVice. He pointed tO the cLock on the wALl and saiD, "I stiLl have 5 miNutes to go."

"eVEryone elSe iS doNe. IF it'S ENoUgh time for theM IT's enOuGh time fOr yOu."

"But I tHinK it A feDerAl Law. Twenty Minutes mInImUm FoR eaCh meaL."

a voice ovEr The LoUdsPeakeR Said, "BrIng thE inmAtE tO Me."

"LEt's go," thE GuARD ordErEd. jasoN fiNiShed hIs teA As hE stood, pUt the cup dOwn ANd weNt WiTh the guArd to Central. HE wAs directed To PicK up the INTercom reCeiver at the glass window.

A VOice saiD, "ThIs is pRisoN. You do as yOu'rE told. SIttINg arouNd relaXing lIkE yoU'RE at hoME – WhO do YoU think you aRE?"

"i onLy wanTeD whaT the law Says...."

"This is prison! YoU HavE no rights in heRe! YOu goT THaT?"

"I hAVeN'T beEn COnvICTed of anything...."

"A jUdge sent yoU hERe," He barked. "ThAT maKeS you minE
 into why Ryan always seem ed trouble d and  sa d.An d an gry.  Maybe dangero u slyangry. Did they do tohim w ha t  the y  h ad do ne to J a so n ?  Pr ob ab lyno t .Whatthe n? Jaso n resented  ha vi ng been so o p en  while Rya n r emained evas ive  and s ec ret i ve, a ndhis c uriosi t y grew .

As for  g e ttinga rrested , Ry an h ad said that it w a sh arassment. Headded,  " A nd n owtha t I'm here  t hey w i ll tryt og o a d m e  into losingmy temper a n d d oing s om eth i ng ras h soth e y c an pile onchar ges and k eep me lockedu p. So I  keepmycoo l. T h at 's  im po r tan t .Alw a yskeep you rco ol. N ever l e t  the m g et y our g oat. And keep  alowp rof ile.Don't  sta nd  out.  Don't  getno ticed and you'l l be  all righ t." 
Jas on  shou l d have  he ede d the a dvice,b uthi d i n ginside the herd an db e in g submis sive h a dne v er beenpa rtof h i s  pers onal i ty . One ni ght Ja s on  m ade the  m istake  R yan  ha d war n ed h im abo ut. He l ost h i s cool and sto o d out. The fo o dw a su nusu all y edible th at n i ght,  and Ja son was t aking  h i st ime with the bakedch ickenand l arge salad af ter everyo n e else had  ret u rn e d to their cel ls. H e don't kn o w what t heirrush was . He pref e r red bein g o utofthe c el l as long asp o ssib le .

A fl oor  guardapp roa che d h im  and bark ed, "Fin is hup !Now !"

J a son repl ie d,"W e'r e sup p osed t o get  20mi nu t esto eat. "  H e reme mb er ed t hat  f rom a  cla s s i n insti tutionalfoo d  ser vi ce . He po inted to thecl ock on the  w all  and s a i d, "I st ill have 5 minutes to g o ."

"Ev ery one e lseis done.Ifit's e nou g h time  for t hem i t' s e n o ugh t i m efor  y ou."

"But I  th ink i ta fe deral l aw. Twenty minutes min imum for each  me al." Avoi c eo ver  t h e l o u dspeaker said,"Bring the  i n ma te to me." 
"L et 's go,"  the gu ard o r dered.Jason fin ished his  t ea a s hestood, put  the cup  down and wentw it h the  gu ard to  C ent ral.He was dir ected  to pi ck  up th e int er com rece iver at the glass windo w.

Avoice  sa id, "This  is pri son. Youdo a s you're t old . S ittin g a r oundrela x in g l i ke yo u're at home – wh o d o yo u think you a r e?" 

"Ionl y  wante d wh at the law says.. . ."

"This is p riso n !  Yo u h a ve n orights in here ! Y ou g ot that? "
"I haven't  been co nv i ctedof any thing. ..."

" A ju d ge sen t yo u h ere," hebar ke d . "That  m ak e s youmine 
 into_why Ryan_always seemed troubled and_sad. And_angry._Maybe dangerously_angry._Did they do_to him what_they had done to_Jason? Probably not._What_then? Jason resented having been so open while Ryan remained evasive and secretive, and_his_curiosity grew.

As_for_getting_arrested, Ryan had said that_it was harassment. He added,_"And now_that I'm here they will try to goad_me_into losing my_temper and doing something rash so they can pile_on charges and keep me locked_up. So I_keep_my_cool. That's important. Always_keep your cool. Never let them_get your goat. And keep a_low profile. Don't stand out. Don't get_noticed and you'll be all right."

Jason_should have heeded the advice,_but hiding_inside the herd and being_submissive had never_been part_of his personality._One night Jason made the mistake_Ryan had warned_him about. He lost his cool_and_stood out. The_food_was_unusually edible_that night, and_Jason_was taking_his_time with the baked chicken and_large_salad after everyone else had returned to_their cells. He don't_know_what their rush was._He preferred being out of_the cell as long as possible.

A_floor guard_approached him_and barked, "Finish up! Now!"

Jason replied, "We're supposed to get 20_minutes to eat." He remembered that_from a class in_institutional food_service._He pointed to_the_clock on_the wall and said, "I still have_5 minutes_to go."

"Everyone else is done. If_it's enough time for_them_it's enough time for you."

"But I_think it a federal law. Twenty_minutes minimum for each meal."

A_voice_over_the loudspeaker said, "Bring the_inmate to me."

"Let's go," the guard_ordered. Jason finished_his tea as he stood, put the_cup_down and went with the guard_to_Central. He was directed to pick_up_the_intercom receiver at the glass_window.

A voice said, "This is prison._You do as you're told. Sitting around relaxing like_you're at home_– who do you think_you_are?"

"I_only wanted what the law says...."

"This is prison! You have_no rights_in here! You_got that?"

"I haven't been convicted of anything...."

"A judge sent you_here," he barked. "That makes you mine