Aug 16, 2010 23:38
New wardens, new inmates, whatever the fuck. Three bits of info here: I'm Patrick Maguire. Call me fucking Paddy.
I run a thing for anyone here who wants to kick drugs or alcohol. Anyone can come fucking talk to me about it, but I've got some fucking conditions.
Secondly, I run the kitchens too - lunch and dinner shifts. If anyone wants a fucking job, or wants to get their inmates a fucking job, come talk to me.
[Private to Parker]
Hey, you. Postponed any plans we had to saunter into swimming and whatnot in respect for that stupid flood.
So now it's over, fancy that swimming... thing? This evening.
[Private to Laura]
I've got something for you. You don't want me to be scared off by your file? You can read mine. I asked my warden for mine when I graduated.
So I want you to read it. There's a lot of... well, a lot I could have told you during the flood in there.
[Private to Judas]
A word, kid.
parker has good ideas,
women like to shout at me a lot,
gotta debt to society,
swearing about cooking,
paddy has a conscience when it suits him,
not a junkie,
grew up in a shithole,
a maguire?! a fucking parole officer?!,
smoking swearing and shooting