Crazy Mr. F

I was working segregation the other day and met an inmate we will call Mr. F.  Most of the inmates in seg are pretty typical inmates.  Some are there for fighting, some for drugs, and some for their own protection.  Mr. F however, he was there for being a nut case basically. 

Mr. F is the child of a Catholic mom and Jewish dad.  Interesting combination I am sure.  He is very religious in his own way and would preach from either religion at the top of his lungs.  To top it off, he is usually wearing a towel wrapped around his head and another wrapped around his underwear almost like a diaper.  I have no idea why, but he does.  The inmates yell for him to stop and he just keeps going long.

He also likes to throw temper tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants.  He was in the middle of one the other day when I met him.  I don't even remember what it was he wanted but it was something small that seemed meaningless to the rest of us but something we weren't allowed to do for some reason.  He wasn't happy and proceeded to bang his head against the door over and over again while screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs. When that didn't get him the attention he wanted, he decided to plug up the toilet and flood his cell.  If any officer tried to enter his cell, he would throw his excrement at them. 

So, we ended up calling in our team that is specially trained to deal with cases like him.  They ended up stripping down his cell to nothing, turning off the water (he is offered water for drinking periodically), and leaving him in nothing but disposable underwear that is typically used in the suicide cells (it's made so that no part of it can be used to hurt themselves with).  After all was said and done, I was walking out of the office and down the tier.  The view from the office happens to go straight into his cell.  As I walked out of the office, I see this average size 50 something yr old man in nothing but flimsy underwear on his bed jumping up and down in another tantrum with his manhood bouncing all over the place.  Something I would have been more than happy to never have had the pleasure of viewing.  Please, if I ever get to that point, just shoot me.  Don't allow me to make such a fool of myself. 

As for Mr. F, he was sent back to his until and shortly after returned to segregation for his own protection.  The other inmates are ready to kill the guy for some strange reason.