I learned me two things at Fairfield. One was how to make the best shivs you ever saw. I made ’em out of Reach toothbrushes. I’d sharpen up the plastic handle so it would cut like a stiletto, diamond-shaped to make a wound that won’t close. I didn’t use shivs myself. The Brotherhood made sure I was protected.
I also learned welding. That’s how I mostly spend my time now. See that out in the yard? Would you believe it’s made out of scraps I found? Didn’t pay a dime for ’em, and some chump gonna come along and buy it.
Man’s gotta have a craft.
Nice work.
KT
A good craftsman can survive wherever. Nice one.
The narrator had exactly the right voice for the piece. I don’t know what a shiv is but it sounds like something you don’t want to be cut with. I liked the way you went from criminal to craftsman so seamlessly. Great flash.
He’s got some useful life skills, then. I’m glad his incarcereation wasn’t wasted. Excellent voice for this piece.
I prefer Oral B for the making of weapons myself. 🙂
Nice voice and evocation.
Tracey
It’s rather worrying that you know how to make the right shaped shiv!
At least he learned a lucrative trade!
The voice and flow of this is wonderful. Well done.
Like the old saying goes.. “There’s a sucker born every minute”, so he won’t have to wait too long.
Dear Randy (is this you?) Good story and anyone that has to go to prison needs some kind of protection. Great story and I’m glad he knows how to weld – it’s a very valuable talent! Nan
Awesome! loved how you went from the shiv to the welding.