I met Deluca in a once quiet prison, which was now scurrying in a manic manner as the correctional officers and the Governor tried to assess the prison’s most recent situation. Behind a strengthened distressed steel door was an abundance of handpicked inmates all awaiting their fate. A select few of the inmates did not seem amused by the situation, and some could care less. More than half of the prisoners were clenching the posts of the door in a rage, screaming at the top of their lungs “Justice! Justice!” Distant from the crowd in a half-lit corner was Deluca, lying flat on his back with blood-shot pale blue eyes. He was swaying the central mass of his body masterfully in spasmodic gestures, pushing inward his rounded glasses every time he felt them drooping downwards. Deluca was always regarded as the “oddball” or more so “an outsider” – a non-aggressive optimist known for his spunk and his catatonic personality. From a psychoanalytic …show more content…
He was a content and an enthusiastic writer. He remembered always going above and beyond on his assignments; he remembered attempting to make it barely by without his parents; he remembered his boss firing him after writing an article on how the government was poisoning its population as a pretext to declare martial law, and how the government was apparently trying to discredit him ever since he found out the truth. He remembered running away from the loony bin where all the Looney Tunes lived, for fear that somebody was watching him; he remembered living on the streets, selling scraps of metal and selling coffee to earn a living; he remembered meeting homeless men and women, like himself, and helping them to get on their feet; and he recalled the moment where his life came shattering down to pieces, the moment where a police man arrested him for