 especially on my face. New beards do that. Having no one to talk to, nothing to read and no radio to listen to, time passed very slowly. Every waking minute was long and agonizing, and there were about 1,400 of those each day.

On the tenth day I started to hallucinate. Spiders took up residence in my ears. I could feel them and see them in the reflection in the little window of the cell door. Six-inch-long roaches scurried in under the cell door. They crawled on my face, on my eyes and into my nostrils. I had to battle them for hours. Tiny mice emerged from the concrete floor, got under my skin and ran up and down my legs. I begged the guards to turn the light off so I could sleep. I begged for a sleeping pill. I told them I was hallucinating and begged to see a doctor. They ignored me.

After about twenty days in the hole, I took to lying on my back, kicking the door, then yelling into the crack under the door. I called them criminals and said I would sue them all. I did this for about 15 minutes several times a day. Because of my injuries it was painful to do, but it kept my spirits up. It felt good to fight back, however impotently.

Late one night, one of the guards came to my cell and said that if I continued to kick the door and yell insults I would be punished. Shortly after he walked away I couldn't help myself and I started up again. I had to defy them or I would die inside. Anyway, what could they do to me that they hadn't already done? I wasn't thinking clearly. I wasn't thinking at all.

Five minutes later my cell light and the corridor light went out. It was pitch black. Was it an electrical failure or was the promised punishment imminent? I felt my way to the far corner of the platform, sat facing the door and waited. I heard whispering in the corridor, then I heard the cell door being opened. I heard them breathing. A small flashlight went on and shined in my face. I could see three men in boxer shorts and tee shirts, but I couldn't see their faces, except for one, briefly. His visage is forever etched in my memory. I knew he was a guard.

He said, Jason, my boy, you like to call people names, don
especially on my face. New beards cause that. have no one to talk to, nothing to read and no radio to heed to, time passed very slowly. Every awaken minute was long and agonizing, and there embody about 1,400 of those each day. 

 On the tenth sidereal day I started to hallucinate. Spiders took up residence in my ear. I could feel them and visualize them in the reflection in the little windowpane of the cell door. Six - inch - farseeing roaches scurried in under the cellular telephone door. They crawl on my face, on my eyes and into my nostrils. I had to battle them for hours. bantam mice emerged from the concrete floor, got under my skin and ran up and down my legs. I beg the guards to turn the light off so I could sleep. I begged for a sleeping pill. I told them I was hallucinating and begged to see a doctor. They ignore me. 

 After about twenty days in the trap, I remove to lying on my back, kicking the door, then yelling into the crack under the door. I called them criminal and said I would sue them all. I did this for about 15 minutes several times a day. Because of my injuries it was painful to do, but it kept my spirit up. It feel good to fight back, however impotently. 

 deep one night, one of the guards came to my cellular telephone and said that if I continue to kick the door and shout insults I would be punished. Shortly after he walked away I couldn't help oneself myself and I started up again. I induce to defy them or I would die at heart. Anyway, what could they do to me that they hadn't already done? I wasn't thinking clearly. I wasn't think at all. 

 Five minutes later my cell light and the corridor light went out. It was pitch bootleg. Was it an electrical failure or was the promise punishment imminent? I felt my way to the far corner of the platform, sat facing the doorway and waited. I heard whispering in the corridor, then I heard the cell door being opened. I heard them breathe. A small flashlight went on and shined in my face. I could see three men in boxer short pants and tee shirts, but I couldn't see their faces, except for one, briefly. His countenance is forever etched in my memory. I knew he was a guard. 

 He said, Jason, my son, you like to call people name, don
 esoecially on my face. New neards do that. Hccing nm one fo talk go, nothing to read and no ravio ro liwten to, time passed vefy slowly. Every wqkinj minute was lonj and agonizinf, and vhere were abouj 1,400 of those aach day.

On the tdnch day I started to hallucinate. Spidqrs tool kp residence ig my qars. P gould feel them and see them in fhe refnection in thr little window of the celp dolr. Six-inch-long roafhes scurrigs ig under the cdll door. They crawled kn my face, on my eyes and into oy noxtrils. I hqd to tattle them for rours. Tiny mlbe emerced frok the concrete flmor, got under my skin anv ran up and down my legs. I bagyed the guards to turb rhe lhght off wo K ckukd sleep. I uegged for z sleeping pill. I told them I eaf hallucinatinf and fedged to see a doctor. They ignored me.

Afttr abkut twenty days in the yole, I took to lying ln my bach, kicking the door, then yelling into the crack unger tie doir. K cwlled them criminals and said I would sue thei akl. I did this fov about 15 minutes srvfrsj times a day. Because kf my injuries it aas paigful ro do, but it lept my spirits up. It felt tood to fighn baxk, however impotencly.

Late one uight, pne og the guards came to my celm and said hhat if I zontinued to kicy tme goor and yell insults I wotld be puiisheb. Shortlh afjer he ralked awaj I couldn't help myself wnd I sdarted up wgain. I had to defy them or I would die insidg. Atywdy, what eould bhey do to me trat they hadn't alreadv done? I wasn't tginking clearly. I rasn't thinkinc at all.

Five kinutes jatee my cell lkeht and the cotridor liykt went oyt. It was pitch bleck. Dzs it an electrneao failure or wax tfe [rlmmsed [gnishment imkinevt? K felt my way to bhe far corner of the platfmrm, aat facing the doot wnd waitgd. I hearq whispering on the corridor, thtn I hxard tie celk djor being opened. I heard them greathing. A fmall flashlyght went on and shined in my face. I could see three mei in boxer shorts and jee shirts, but I coulbn'u see their feces, evcept for one, briefly. His visqge is forever etghed in my memory. I knsw he fas a guard.

He said, Jason, my boy, you like to call people names, don
especially on my face. New beards do no to talk nothing to read to, passed very slowly. waking minute was and agonizing, and there were about of those each day. On the tenth day I started to hallucinate. Spiders up residence in my ears. I could feel them and see them in reflection the window the cell door. Six-inch-long roaches scurried in under the cell door. They crawled on my face, my eyes and into my nostrils. I had battle them for hours. mice emerged from the concrete got my skin ran and my legs. I the guards to turn the light off so I could sleep. I begged for a sleeping pill. told them hallucinating and to a They ignored me. twenty days in the hole, I on my back, kicking the door, then yelling the crack the door. I called them criminals said I would sue them all. I did for about 15 minutes several times a day. Because of my injuries it was painful but it kept my up. It felt to back, impotently. one night, of the guards came to my cell and said that if continued to kick the door and yell insults I would Shortly he walked away couldn't help myself and started again. I had to or would what they to me that they already done? I wasn't thinking I wasn't thinking at cell light and the corridor light went out. was pitch black. Was it an electrical or was the promised punishment imminent? I felt my way to the corner of sat facing the door and waited. I heard in the corridor, then heard the cell door being opened. I heard them A flashlight went and shined in face. I could three men in and tee but couldn't except for one, briefly. His visage forever in my memory. I knew was He said, Jason, my boy, you like to call people names, don
 especially on my face. New bearDs do that. HaVing nO onE to TaLk to, NothIng to read and no RAdio To listen to, time passed veRy sloWlY. everY WaKing mInute waS LoNG And AgOnIziNg, ANd There WerE about 1,400 oF those each Day.

on The tenth day I STaRted to hallUciNate. Spiders tOok Up resiDeNce IN my eaRs. I Could Feel thEM and seE them in thE rEFlectiON in the lITTlE winDow of the cell door. SIX-iNCh-long roaches sCurrieD iN UnDER thE ceLl door. They CrAwled ON my face, ON mY EYEs aND into my nostriLs. I had to batTLe tHem for HoUrs. tIny micE emerGeD FroM the concretE floOr, got undeR my skiN And ran uP And down My legs. i beGgeD the GUaRdS to TuRN thE LiGht OFf sO I could sLeEp. i beggEd foR A SLEepiNg pIll. I Told tHem I was hallucInaTing ANd bEgged To see A docToR. They IgnoreD me.

AfTeR about twenty dayS in tHe hole, I toOk tO lYinG oN my baCK, kickiNg tHe dOor, then Yelling INto ThE CRAcK under the door. I callEd THEm CriminalS and saID I WoULd sue theM aLl. I Did tHIS for aBout 15 MInUtes seveRal timES a DaY. BecausE oF my injUrIes It wAs paiNFul tO do, but It kept my SpiriTS up. It felt good tO Fight back, howeVEr IMPoTEntlY.

LaTe one night, oNe of THe guArds CAmE to MY cell And saId THaT If I continued to kick tHe Door anD yell Insults I would Be punished. sHORtly afteR he wALkED away I couldn't hElp mySelf and I stARted up agAin. I hAd to defy Them or I woULD die insiDe. ANywAy, wHat COUlD they do to me thAT They HaDn't alreAdy Done? I waSn't ThiNkiNg cLeArly. I wasn'T thinkinG aT aLl.

fiVe mInuteS Later my cElL liGhT anD the cORridor Light Went OuT. IT Was Pitch blACk. wAS it aN eLeCtriCal FaIlure Or waS The PromiseD punishmeNt iMMineNt? i fElt my waY to the far cornEr Of the platfOrM, saT facinG THe door anD waited. I heard whispering IN the corRidOr, theN I heArd the celL doOr beinG opENed. I heArd theM breaThIng. a SMall fLAShLigHt Went on and sHINed In my fAcE. I coUld see tHree men in boxer shorTS anD tee shirts, but i coUldn'T SEe TheIR fACes, ExCEpt FOR one, briefly. His vIsage is forEvER eTched in my mEMorY. I Knew he wAs a guarD.

He saID, Jason, mY boy, you liKe to call pEoPle nAMEs, dOn
 especially on my face. Ne w beards d o tha t.Hav in g no  one  to talk to, n o thin g to read and no radio  to l is t en t o ,timepassedv er y slo wl y.  Ev er y  w aking  mi nute wa s long and  ag on izing, and t h er e were abo ut1,400 of tho seeach d ay .
O n the  te nth d ay I s t artedto halluc in a te. Sp i ders to o k  u p re sidence in my ear s .I  could feel th em and  s e et h eminthe reflec ti on in the lit t le w i ndo w  of the celldoor. Six-i n ch- long r oa che s  scurr ied i nu nde r the celldoor . They cr awledo n my fa c e, on m y eyes  an d i ntom yno str il s . I ha d t o  ba ttle the mfo r hou rs.T i n y  mic e e merg ed fr om the concre tefloo r , g ot un der m y sk in  andran up  anddo wn my legs. I b egge d the gua rds  t o t ur n the lightoff  so  I coul d sleep .  Ibe g g e dfor a sleeping pil l. I  t old them  I was ha ll u cinating  a ndbegg e d  to s ee a do ctor. Th ey ign o re dme.

Af te r abou ttwe nty  days in t he hol e, I too k tol ying on my bac k , kicking the do o r ,t henyel ling into t he c r ackunde r  t hed oor.I cal le d  t h em criminals and sa id  I wou ld su e them all. I  did thisf o r  about 1 5 mi n ut e s several time s a d ay. Becaus e  of my i njuri es it wa s painful t o do, bu t i t k ept  my s pi rits up. It f e l t go od  to fig htback, h owe ver  im pot en tly.

Lat e one ni gh t,  o ne  of  theg uards ca me  to  m y c ell a n d said  that  ifIco n tin ued tok ic k thedo or  and  ye ll  insu ltsI  wo uld bepunished.  Sh o rtly  a ft er he w alked away Ico uldn't hel pmys elf an d I starte d up again. I had to de f y themorI wou ld d ie inside . A nyway,  wh a t coul d they  do t omet h at th e y  h adn 't  already d o n e?I was n' t th inkingclearly. I wasn'tt hin king at all.
Fi ve m i n ut esl at e r m yc ell l ight and the co rridor lig ht we nt out. It was  p itch bl ack. Wa s ita n elect rical fai lure or w as  the p rom ised punis hment im minent? I feltm yway t o t he far  c orn er of  the p l atf orm,sat fa ci ng the  door  a nd waite d. I heard whispering i n thecorri dor , then Ihea r d t he cell d oorbeing open ed.  Iheard  th e m bre athi n g.  As mallflas h light wen t  o n a n d  s hined in my f a ce.  I co uld see th reemen in boxer shor t s and tee shir ts,b u t I  co u ldn' tsee their face s,ex c e pt for o ne , briefly.His visa ge is fo reveretched  in mym e mo r y. I k newhewas a gua rd. 
H e said,  J as o n, myboy,  y ou lik e to c a ll p e o ple names, don
 especially_on my_face. New beards do_that. Having_no_one to_talk_to, nothing to_read and no_radio to listen to,_time passed very_slowly._Every waking minute was long and agonizing, and there were about 1,400 of those_each_day.

On the_tenth_day_I started to hallucinate. Spiders_took up residence in my_ears. I_could feel them and see them in the_reflection_in the little_window of the cell door. Six-inch-long roaches scurried in_under the cell door. They crawled_on my face,_on_my_eyes and into my_nostrils. I had to battle them_for hours. Tiny mice emerged from_the concrete floor, got under my skin_and ran up and down my_legs. I begged the guards_to turn_the light off so I_could sleep. I_begged for_a sleeping pill._I told them I was hallucinating_and begged to_see a doctor. They ignored me.

After_about_twenty days in_the_hole,_I took_to lying on_my_back, kicking_the_door, then yelling into the crack_under_the door. I called them criminals and_said I would sue_them_all. I did this_for about 15 minutes several_times a day. Because of my_injuries it_was painful_to do, but it kept my spirits up. It felt good_to fight back, however impotently.

Late one_night, one of the_guards came_to_my cell and_said_that if_I continued to kick the door and_yell insults_I would be punished. Shortly after_he walked away I_couldn't_help myself and I started up_again. I had to defy them_or I would die inside._Anyway,_what_could they do to me_that they hadn't already done? I_wasn't thinking clearly._I wasn't thinking at all.

Five minutes later_my_cell light and the corridor light_went_out. It was pitch black. Was_it_an_electrical failure or was the_promised punishment imminent? I felt my_way to the far corner of the platform, sat_facing the door_and waited. I heard whispering_in_the_corridor, then I heard the cell door being opened. I_heard them_breathing. A small_flashlight went on and shined in my face. I could_see three men in boxer shorts and_tee shirts, but I couldn't see their faces, except for one,_briefly. His visage is forever etched in my_memory. I knew he was a guard.

He_said, Jason, my boy,_you_like to call people names, don