Count time

Count Time An ancient, broken down, light skinned black man is prone to wander unit B, hunched over and wearing nothing but his adult diaper. I don't know his name. Last night, at 9:30 stand up count time, he was pushing his wheeled walker toward the bathroom in his underpants as two guards arrived to count us. The female guard, Ms. Payne, a black woman, ordered him to go back to his bunk. He sheepishly replied, "nature issue". She repeated the order. Looking bewildered, he asked "Who are you? Do I know you?" Ms. Payne eventually got him to return to his bunk. Ordinarily he would have been sent to the SHU - Special Housing Unit - the hole - for being undressed. Ms. Payne gave him a break. I am in the Library now with my friend. I feel like I am writing down a dream. Terminal Island FCI