charles-bronson

They ask themselves: __hat will he do?_ __ow will he react?_ __ill he go mad?_ __ill he bite?_ __ill he be armed?_ They__e pumped up with fear. Adrenaline pumping, fingers tense on the trigger, brains racing. And I__ cool as a cat! The name __harles Bronson_ causes panic! The name __ickey Peterson_ causes stress! The police all love to arrest me, as I__ the most exciting madman they will ever arrest! It__ a fact. So here I am years later, and I__ still the madman. There is no escaping my past.

Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?

So what causes men to become violent? I__l tell you, boredom, silly rules, muggy screws and pathetic governors. What else can we do - swallow it, wipe our mouths out. You have to fight for your rights. Not sit back and take it.

Broadmoor creeps into your blood, the walls touch the sky and the grounds suck you in, they__e even got their own burial ground. We called it the __adman__ hole_, it smelt of fear; a stillness and even the birds seemed to have a stone face like their eyes were made of marble. So many monsters, men of hell, I don__ know how a sane man can keep sane in there.

Prison madness is much the same! Insanity is plentiful in prisons. These days with the drug culture it__ not a lot of difference, as a lot of convicts make themselves psychotic and paranoid. Many end up killers, all over petty and minor problems. Where men would once squabble, fight and kill over a ½ oz of bacca they now do the same over a gram of white powder or a bag of brown!

Insanity is a very lonely and empty existence - it__ painfully true. They may laugh and smile, and skip and dance, but behind all the faces there is hollowness like a bottomless pit. The living dead, depression is a terrible illness, so is psychosis, the mentally inflicted beyond cure.