“Well, I guess it’s not every day you wind up in jail for doing nothing wrong,” Morris thought. “Might as well make the most of it.”
He got in character quickly, and started up. “Warden! I say, warden!”
A tired-looking forty-something guard sauntered over, looked up at Morris, and sighed. “What’s the problem?”
“I demand to speak to the warden! These conditions are unspeakable!” He waved his hand at his cell, which was actually pretty comfortable as far as jail cells went.
“We don’t have a warden here, this is just regular jail.” Smiling inside, Morris scoffed. The guard sighed again. “Listen, you’ll be out of here soon, we know you were just hanging out at the wrong place this morning. It’s just procedure, and I want to be here about as much as you do. Can you just lay off until you’re out?”
For a second, Morris wanted to keep going, to scream in this guy’s face for a laugh, cuz Damn the Man. But then he took a good look at the guy in front of him. This wasn’t the Man. Balding, pudgy, stooped over – this guy’s life had been fucked and was still being fucked by the Man, way worse than Morris’ ever would be.
So he stopped. He sat in his cell quietly, and when his brother came to pick him up, they left without another word to the guard.