As head warden around here, one of my most time-consuming responsibilities is the confiscation of illegal weaponry. Don’t get me wrong — weapons are allowed. They only become “illegal” when used improperly. Permanently marking the ceramic tile or attempting to slice off your brother’s head, for example, would be punishable offenses. Here’s today’s haul.
Note the shank-like quality of the whittled stick in the center. I fear that the prisoners might be planning a revolt. After one recent confiscation, I found a scrawled note in the dining room. In blue crayon it read, “We are wiled and untamed.” Agreed.