i d play in correspondence chess tournaments through the mail. i m a member of the u.s. chess federation. that s how i did my time. and the warden walks by one day sees my chess pieces on the table. well, you can t have those. and that was the end of that. i d like somebody just to give me one reason, just semi-intelligent reason, why it would hurt somebody to sit in a cell, locked in here by myself, with some cheese pieces. i ain t hurting nobody in the world. but that s d.o.c. for you. that s rehabilitation at its finest. next on lockup: raw there s nothing i ve done that god has not forgiven me for. a serial killer claims he found god. is it a greater sin to steal a cracker or to kill someone? and another lockup inmate finds satan. in the name of satan, the ruler of the earth, i command the forces of darkness to bestow the infernal power upon me.
our cameras followed gilbert back to his cell, where he continued to fume over his chess set. you know that s the only thing i had going for me. you re locked in a cell 24 hours a day. i d play in correspondence chess tournaments through the mail. you know, a member of the u.s. chess federation. that s how i did my time. and the warden walks by one day, sees my chess pieces on the table. well you can t have those. and that was the end of that. i would like somebody to give me one reason, just semi-intelligent reason, why it would hurt somebody to sit in a cell, locked in here by myself, with some cheese pieces. i ain t hurting nobody in the world. but that s d.o.c. for you. that s rehabilitation at its finest. next on lockup: raw there is nothing i have done that god has not forgiven me for. a serial killer claims he found god. is it a greater sin to steal
but yet every avenue is closed to do anything constructive. we can t read a novel because we can t have none. i can t play chess through the mail like i used to because my chess pieces took away from me. jumping up on the door, sticking my [ bleep ] through the tray every time a female came up here, i guess that s model behavior. our cameras followed gilbert back to his cell where he continued to fume over his chess set. that s about the only thing i had going for me. you re locked in a cell 24 hours a day. i would play in correspondence chess tournaments through the mail. i m a member of the u.s. chess federation. that s how i did my time. and the warden walks by one day sees my chess pieces on the table. you can t have those. and that was the end of it. i would like somebody to give me one reason, just semi-intelligent reason, why it would hurt somebody to sit in a cell, locked in here by myself, with some chess pieces. i ain t hurting nobody in the world.