BRED FOR CRIME: VON TOTH

This guy is another prisoner who suffers from 'bipolar' disorder. He is a white, blond tattoo'd Negro-hater/Hitler-lover of some mild intelligence and education. He has a wife who smuggles in a few crumbs of dope (marijuana and trash speed) in her baby's diaper during their one hour visits. Toth is singular in that he doesn't smoke and claims not to shoot the 'speed', but rather sells it to others for food and other niceties.

Like most of the enslaved, he tries to sleep through the judge/DAs sentence (five years for theft). So Toth will put a rag over his eyes and try to sleep through the day as well as the night. Since this is impossible, he becomes irritated at excess light and tiny noises which he claims are preventing his plan. He once thought he was going to browbeat me out of eating cheetos because the crunching disturbed his 'sleep'. He didn't have the guts to actually fight about it, but he did determine to escape my cage.

His scheme here involved us pretending to be incompatible in front of the guards. This didn't work because guards apparently prefer prisoners to injure (though not kill) each other.

The paperwork way involved four persons signing a cell-move request form. He'd talk to his many Nazi Brotherhood 'friends' and they'd all say, "Yeah, you can live with me. Sign the paperwork and send it to us, and we'll sign it and turn it in."

I'd signed at least four of these papers for him, not caring who took his place, and each one failed to get him moved. No one could figure out why he wasn't moved, including the guards, whom we expected to lie no matter what, since their policy is to never say "no" but to dodge potential conflict by always saying "Soon" and "Wait". It turned out that his phony Nazi buddies were lying to him and failing to give the form to the prisoncrats. None of his Nazi buddies had guts enough to tell him that they didn't want to live with an irritable and possibly dangerous schitz who could unexpectedly go bonkers at any moment. Each one of these tattoo'd sissies copped out in secret until one of the guards got tired of hearing our questions and snitched off their sincere lies. Eventually a fellow Nazi took him in, and I'm sure Yon Toth is out by now, probably shooting trash speed into his arm until he gets caught again.