Johnny Towane's Questionnaire

ADX Florence, Colorado. It's got a nice ring to it, like the ring of the dinner bell, or light's out bell, or the morning bell there are just so many ffffff... great perks to living in the highest security prison in the wonderful U S of A. We've had some pretty big names here El Chapo, Richard Reid, and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. I know, I don't know any of them ether.

I got everything I need here, four walls, a tiny slit of a window, a black and white tv, immovable concrete desk AND stool, cold steel bars, the overwhelming sensation of everything around me closing in trying to crush me. What more could a guy want. Right Marilyn? sometimes the poster talks back. Why Marilyn Monroe? She's an American Icon! 

Why do I live here? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahhahahaahhahaHAhahhahhhhaaaaaaa

Money, Honey, money doesn't mean shit in here! Sure you could get 25 cents an hour if you're on good standing with the guards, and some guys trade in cigarettes. But what really matters here is what you can take, it's about being a big fish in a small pond. It's about who you know and who you can leverage. If a new kid shows up with something shiny and doesn't have friends here already, let's just say it doesn't stay shiny.

Most of the time I don't want what they have, the fact that they have it and I don't is reason enough to take it in here. 

What I want is simple, I want the heroes to win, I want people to cheer in the streets when super someone saves the day! But in order to achieve this goal there has to be a fall guy, an antagonist, a villain! Some man so sick in the head that he would light the world on fire! Someone worth looking behind your back in a dark alley for, a beast so terrible you'll tell your children that it'll come get them if they don't do their chores or go to bed. 

I couldn't ask someone to do this, I couldn't pay someone to do this! So there was really only one answer. I had to become the villain, I need the world to hate me, that's why I can smile at their fear.  because that means that soon someone will save them  

It was 3 am I think, I was 7 or something. I had a bad dream but unlike most dreams this one followed me into the waking world, a place dreams and nightmares aren't allowed to be. I don't know why, they just aren't. This one was the ladder. I woke to the sound of gun fire, 2 shots. As I went out to see what was going on, the screaming started. My mother, a lovely a woman, simple but honest. She was screaming like a banshee, didn't she know it was 3am and I had school tomorrow. As I had the thought the screaming was stopped by another gun shot. Then finally I got to see his face, it's face, it wear a black ski mask, a large coat, and thick gloves. It held in both hands a sawed off double barreled shotgun and it oozed fear! It was afraid, I was afraid. But it had a shotgun and I had, nothing.

Then I shot the kid in half. I don't know what came over me but I couldn't look away from that boy, not even when the police showed up to arrest me. That's how I got here. 

The Policeman, the Prisoner, and the Priest. 

We'll start with the Policeman, stiff backed and humorless everything I love in a Policeman. Quicker with a baton then a kind word, he keeps us prisoners in line. But I can see through him, I see a man that was yelled at by his mother then his wife, even his daughter and he takes it all out on US! Because he's afraid of them. So he's no Policeman. No, Ray Murphy is the scared child lashing out at his toys. 

The Prisoner, he's new, trying to find his place in this small world we find ourselves in. He's not doing a good job, been beat up 6 times in two weeks. unless he's going for a record, he's not making any friends. He plays tough guy, he want's people to know who he is! But he doesn't even know who he is. He tried to pick a fight with me and I couldn't tell if he was trying to take me out, or fight me. All I know about Gerry Tomson is after I laid him out on the floor he was afraid.

I try to visit the Priest twice a week once on Sunday and another time over the week.  I like to watch him squirm as he prays for the lost souls that walk around him every day. It's sweet he pretends to care about us, if he knew what went on in are heads he'd burn tis place down with himself inside. But he doesn't and he'll never know, so he could never be the hero the one to kill all us villains. He's weak and so trust him.