The prison systems of Australia were overflowing. It was reaching a point in Australian history that was similar to its origin and colonization from England. They now had two or three people enclosed in a prison cell that had been built to hold one. All of the houses and homes had been built. It was something of an issue. An issue that the government had created for itself. Australia didn’t really produce anything of value to export to the rest of the world. They were trading natural resources in their raw form. That was iron, coal and other raw resources would be outsourced to other countries where they would manufacture goods and services. There was nothing that could be done for the prisoners.

As Greg sat in his prison cell he saw the new inmates being taken into custody and introduced to their surroundings.

“So where are you going to put them?” Greg asked one of the prison guards.

“We’ll find room for them somewhere.”

“No mate, I’m asking you. Where are they meant to go?”

The prison guard could not respond truthfully. He could not reply that he didn’t know where they were going to put them. That was the truth behind the matter. He didn’t know where all the prisoners were going to go. He didn’t have the answers to any of the questions that any of the prisoners had been asking him lately. “Ask someone else.”

Greg knew there was no-one else to ask. No-one else knew what they were going to do with the influx of prisoners. They thought that they were just going to kill each other off, or that others were going to commit suicide to make room for the new ones. When you had prisoners sleeping on hard mattresses in the common area people knew something had to change. But they weren’t sure what exactly had to change.

In the end, of course, it would come down to the legislation of drugs. Everyone knew it. It was going to happen eventually. Drugs such as cannabis would be legalized and then drug offences would be permitted and sanctioned under law.

But until then people like Greg would just have to bare the conditions of an unjust justice system. When the majority of the population was already doing drugs, then eventually something was going to change regarding its legislation.

And what was going to happen then? What was going to happen when the majority of the population was doped up, high and delusional, driving around the highways. There would probably be more deaths on the road. Less safe traffic conditions and many mistakes being made in the area of labour services. But then… It would probably solve the problem with the overcrowding in prison systems.

They could build more prisons. High security prisons and other types of facilities. That seemed the pathway of it. The direction that these things were going.

“Where the fark are they meant to go?!” Greg yelled out for an answer as he saw even more inmates being brought into the prison facility.

“Just quiet down there.” The prison officer told Greg.

“You can’t just keep on putting people in here. What are you going to do mate? Lock up the whole world.”

“If that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes.” The prison officer replied.

“And what the hell am I meant to do when I get out of this place anyway? What the hell am I meant to do then? Most people end up unemployed. Just one serving of shit after another if you ask me.”

“That was your choice. Not mine.”

“I don’t have a choice. Nobody does. It’s all God’s divine will or some bullshit.”


Louis Edward Tschampion.. Also known as Arie de Bruyn Born in Sandringham, Melbourne, Victoria (Australia) on the 15th January 1987. Son of Alison and Dirk de Bruyn. Youngest sibling to Kees and Abram de Bruyn. Diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 22. Holds a bachelor degree from Deakin University in Arts (Media & Communication). Attended several high schools. Has lived and worked internationally in New Delhi, India; and Thailand. Currently resides in Geelong, Victoria, Australia. Written several books and self-published them (Check out products and downloads page). Works jobs to earn himself a livable wage. contact: twitter: @firstofkin

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