Wilbur Best liked his job. It was not much of a job, but just the same he liked it. He wore a ironed clean shirt with a bow-tie. The Schoole Board gave it to him. It was a janitors uniform. Wilbur did’nt hear too well in one ear and not at all in the other. So, when he was mopping the girl’s bathroom, unaware of some of the schoolgirl’s “practice’s” after practice with their “looseness”. After all no-one really paid any attention to him either. Two teens, a boy and girl, found their way into the last stall-far from where Wilbur was in the wash closet. Working his way towards the stall, he pushed the door open to find the two doing what young ones will, really exploring. The boy jumped on Wilbur and the girl soon joined in – Wilbur fearing for his life, snapped.

Wilbur went home, only after cleaning all of the teens blood off of himself. They found the two teens in the morning. They arrested Wilbur later in the day. They beat Wilbur at the station house, he grabbed at a pen and stuck one of the officers in the eye. peircing his brain, killing him – they added that on too. Wilbur would be going away for a long time if not executed.

Wilbur was in constant scurmishes with the staff at the prison – over the years he turned into this beast with wild hair and huge muscles. They had to build a special cell to contain him. Wilbur never had many visits even while many wanted too, they were turned away for safety reasons.

Wilber got so popular, they began to feed him foods no-one else got – his clothes were nicer too – they gave him some shoes too but his feet resembled those of a bear. He never talked much but was known to howl – a scarey howl. I even heard that they set up these big soft reclining chairs at a safe distance for staff and their friends and family to come watch and stare ate Wilbur.

Yes, Wilbur Best, now known as “Wild Beast” thoughout the system, was never so famous when he was nice. Today he sits in the far rear of his cell… thinking… what could he be thinking? Maybe he has hopes of the President coming to sit in one of those soft chairs – so he too, could stare. Wilbur Best, just one of the many characters I share my house with.

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