Monologue From Hell-Hole

“If you really want to hear about it I guess I’ll start with what I did to get into this Hell-Hole. You probably should already know cause you got access to those prison files or some crap like that. But trust me I won’t tell anybody, I’m not phony like that,” I said.
“Yes Mr. Caulfield, I do know how you got into this ‘Hell-Hole,’ but I want to hear it from you. What’s your side of the story,” The psychologist said.
“See Doc, I would tell you how I paved my way into this gorgeously vile state penitentiary. But first, I need you to call me Holden, and I want to hear how you got in. Let’s talk about you,” I bargained.
I didn’t really care how the doc got here. I really didn’t. But I wasn’t in the mood to talk about my screw ups. I just got into

You wanted my side of the story, I’m just giving you background,” I explained.
Let me tell you, I’ve been to lots of Docs over the years, and they are all so impatient. They ask you a question and they need you to answer just that and they want your answer right then. They don’t like extra info. Just what they ask you.
“So, I was looking at these two kids, and you could tell that they were just starving. So, I asked them where their parents were. They said that they ‘never really had any,’ and that killed me. I promised them I would go to the store and get them some food and a blanket or something. I just hate seeing kids go down the wrong path. I sort of saw myself as a catcher in the rye to them,” I

So, you really care about kids, do you want to have some one day?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do. So, I go to the store to get these kids some ‘supplies,’ the only issue is I didn’t necessarily have any money. Yeah, I was gonna steal a couple things but it really isn’t that bad, I mean I had a good reason. But, lucky me I got caught and what made it worse was that I punched the cop that had caught me, square in the face. I was just so embarrassed of my petty little crime that I didn’t know how to act when he caught me,” I recalled.
“So that’s how you got here Holden, you stole some supplies for homeless kids?” She questioned.
“Well that and after the judge had made his decision to send me here for six months, he freaking bowed, and for that I called him a cocky son of a bitch. That comment bought me another 20 days but it was really worth it. I mean I’m gonna be here anyway. What’s a few extra days?” I exclaimed.
“Well Holden, I have to ask you, do see why what you did was wrong?” She asked.
“Yeah I do Doc I get it. I’m supposed to be a ‘respectable member of society’ and crap like that. I’m supposed to contribute to the growth of society and yada yada yada,” I