So i cut my beard and was going to the doctor or testing somewhere, when i had to come in contact with another idiot K9. The first thing he says (see, because of their position of authority, they all feel like they can talk to you in any manner they want. You're just a low life and plus they've got the power of the sate with all its weapons - legal and extra legal - and the immediacy of a trigger-happy sadistic idiot standing over your head with a mini 14 assault rifle locked and loaded). "Damn, you cut that beard Castlin? We were hoping you'd let it get long enough so we could give you the Abu Ghraib treatment and say you're one of those Muslim terrorists."

How do you respond to something like that? Mind you, you're standing there, butt-naked, doing the whole bend-and-cough b.s. How do you deal with that and the normal stresses of captivity? How, where do you find the strength to not reach thru the little 12 by 8 or whatever it is, slot in the cage door and try to pull his entire, fat body through?