How does it go? Those who eat together stick together. Or is it those who pray together? Anyway, the three families that hung out in Key West Jail on a regularly rotating basis certainly shared a lot of meals and a lot of church time.
Family number one consisted of Mum and daughter and grandchild if you count the fact that daughter was pregnant. They were the "Gruesome Twosome" that I did everything in my power to steer clear of. They went everywhere together and you could hear them coming a mile away screaming obscenities and laughing raucously . You didn't dare look sideways at Mum for fear of getting your throat slit, well - a slight exaggeration, but not by much. She was known as "Box Cutter Lonnie". 'Nuf said.
Family number two was Auntie, her three daughters and her niece. They were much less frightening but equally disturbing in as much as there were so many of them. The mind boggles. I don't even think their crimes were related which means they were all breaking the law at roughly the same time committing completely unrelated crimes. The niece and I used to cross paths once in a while. She was eighteen and pretty confused as most eighteen year-olds are. She was trying to be a little toughy but the veil was flimsy. You could see that if someone would just step up and steer her in the right direction (clearly not her Auntie), she would be OK. If I'd had half my family in jail with me, I don't think I would have had much to whine about at all. But she sure did. Waaah, waaah, waaah. It was constant.
Family number three was perhaps the strangest. Two sisters who traded off with each other for a bed in jail or so it seemed. I saw both of them twice in my stay there. They were likeable, well read and intelligent. When I first arrived in jail one sister was already there. A few days later sister number two arrived and a short while after that the first sister was released. This happened twice. Whether or not it was planned, I don't know. But they only spent a month inside each time and their paths crossed for only a day or two. They looked alike so it took a minute to figure out which one you were talking to. I never did ask either of them what she was there for. It was all a little bit spooky. Key West is a very expensive place to live. Maybe they shared a one-room apartment and part of the deal was that they got to have it to themselves? OooEeeOoo!
Family number one consisted of Mum and daughter and grandchild if you count the fact that daughter was pregnant. They were the "Gruesome Twosome" that I did everything in my power to steer clear of. They went everywhere together and you could hear them coming a mile away screaming obscenities and laughing raucously . You didn't dare look sideways at Mum for fear of getting your throat slit, well - a slight exaggeration, but not by much. She was known as "Box Cutter Lonnie". 'Nuf said.
Family number two was Auntie, her three daughters and her niece. They were much less frightening but equally disturbing in as much as there were so many of them. The mind boggles. I don't even think their crimes were related which means they were all breaking the law at roughly the same time committing completely unrelated crimes. The niece and I used to cross paths once in a while. She was eighteen and pretty confused as most eighteen year-olds are. She was trying to be a little toughy but the veil was flimsy. You could see that if someone would just step up and steer her in the right direction (clearly not her Auntie), she would be OK. If I'd had half my family in jail with me, I don't think I would have had much to whine about at all. But she sure did. Waaah, waaah, waaah. It was constant.
Family number three was perhaps the strangest. Two sisters who traded off with each other for a bed in jail or so it seemed. I saw both of them twice in my stay there. They were likeable, well read and intelligent. When I first arrived in jail one sister was already there. A few days later sister number two arrived and a short while after that the first sister was released. This happened twice. Whether or not it was planned, I don't know. But they only spent a month inside each time and their paths crossed for only a day or two. They looked alike so it took a minute to figure out which one you were talking to. I never did ask either of them what she was there for. It was all a little bit spooky. Key West is a very expensive place to live. Maybe they shared a one-room apartment and part of the deal was that they got to have it to themselves? OooEeeOoo!
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