Broken Buildings, Broken People

Broken Buildings, Broken People

Jerry stormed into his cell, shaking with rage. He threw his coat and gloves in a pile on his bunk and looked around for something to smash. It’s futile, and he knows it. The few items in his cell not bolted down were things he had to save for years to buy at his $0.42-an-hour job. He paces back and forth for a few minutes, letting the rage burn off a bit. All in all, it is just too much to take. Suddenly, Jerry spots a set of folded sheets rest…