Upon arrest the El Paso killer stated to Police:
“I killed innocent people. I wanted to kill Mexicans. I am a
killer. Don’t forget, I am also mentally ill.”
Jail Commander: ” Officer Kogan, were you on the suicide watch.”
Officer Kogan: “ Yes Sir.”
Jail Commander: “Kogan, what does that mean?”
Officer Kogan: ” It means that I am to watch a suicide.
Jail Commander: “Thank you, officer Kogan.”
I just finished 16
hours on duty. I was really tired. The Supervisor asked if I could just do half
of the next shift. He is a good friend. I said okay. I was assigned the
perverts cell. Why always me for extra time? I can’t tell you how boring this
job is. Especially the rich guys. They don’t to nothing. Just smile and wait
for their attorney visit. What a creep.
I am bushed. Five
days in a row of overtime. Sure, the money is great, but hanging out at this
place is disgusting. Stinks, garbage everywhere, and those cons are lowlifes.
That Jeffrey guy was on a watch, now just look in about every 30 minutes. What
a pain. Sometimes I’m a little late in looking. Last time I looked; he was sleeping.
Sleeping on the floor. I didn’t say anything. Who cares?
Usually I’m a clerk in the health records room. For the past two days, I got
ordered to watch men in the suicide watch section. I have never seen a man
toilet. It was not very pleasant. They said I would there for 6 hours. I am now
into hour 12. Frankly, I am very tired. I mean exhausted. Didn’t sleep last
night, my kid kept me awake all night. She has allergies. Sneezing, and
coughing all evening. My husband worked the night shift, so not at home. I
think I will just take a little snooze. Just a few minutes. The guy seems
That guy doesn’t
look like he’s gonna kill himself. They told me that he tried to hang himself
last week. Well, he made it here. Now I must watch him. I am ready to quit. We
haven’t had a pay raise for two years. Other guys have quit. I’m thinking to do
the same thing. Pay is for shit, and I don’t give a damn about the prisoners.
They could kill themselves for all I care.
How come that guy
got off suicide watch. Money. I think he paid off and got off. Where is the
other guy in his cell? He was there yesterday. With those sheets, he could hang
himself. Better be careful. Thirty minutes checkup. Where is that Observation
Check Sheet? How come no Time Checks yesterday, or the day before? Did anyone
do any check?
BREAKING NEWS –
EPSTEIN FOUND DEAD IN HIS CELL. APPARENT SUICIDE.
Writers Cramp, August 12, 2019
Location: McMurray’ Bar, Brooklyn
Harry: Say, Mike, a Miller’s.
Pete: Make that two.
Jack: Say, Mike, have any Rollin Rock?
Mike: Yeh, at home. We don’t sell it.
Jack: O.K. Tequila on the rocks.
Harry: Ain’t we the latin lova.
Pete: You guys heard the Presidents screed.
Jack: His what?
Pete: His screed. Yesterday on the t.v.
Harry: Yeh, I heard him. What’s this screed shit?
Pete: Forget it.
Harry: No, what screed? I did hear the trope.
Jack: What the fuck are you talkin about?
Mike: Say fellas, I saw this fuckin meme last night. Hilarious.
Pete: You mean the one on Fox. I saw it too. Existential as hell – just great.
Jack: Fellas, I gotta get goin. See ya tomorrow. (Swallows the Tequila)
In the mid 1970’s, I hosted a weekly television talk show that aired on public access TV in Bergen County, NJ. Here is a short clip…