![]() ![]() ![]() Two hands in the gray issued sweatpants pockets Lawless cast a withering glance over his shoulder as Dreyers sidled up to him in his manly uniform, taser included.Ībout a year ago, Dreyers transferred to the psych building. Outside under the sky, especially when he was alone, like now, because he’d paid a guard to let him have extra exercise time in the yard, there was only blessed silence. It constantly ticked through his white meat, over-stimulating him like a firework that never fizzled out. ![]() Lawless felt like a computer that never booted down.Īn extraordinarily high IQ and his diagnosed low latent inhibitions meant his surrounding environment constantly stimulated his brain.īeing inside a prison with hundreds of boring lunatics meant Lawless had to get used to the low-level din of their noise. Instead, he’d learned to live with how his analytical brain worked. He’d stopped agonizing over the answers a long time ago. It’s the end of an era… hold on tight, fish.Ī voice Lawless recognized as Dillion Dreyers -aka correctional officer and a few times booty call- said behind him.īeing in the exercise yard was the most normal Lawless had felt in almost three years.Īnyone knew his wiring didn’t fire in the proper sequence, so normalcy was apples and oranges for him. ![]()
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