In nineteen sixty-two Frank Morris along with the Anglin brothers, John and Clarence, escaped from Alcatraz never to be seen again. This escape was made famous by the movie Escape from Alcatraz starring Clint Eastwood. At the time, Alcatraz was considered the most secure prison in the nation, and since their bodies were never found dead or alive after the escape, they closed Alcatraz in nineteen sixty-three and sent everyone housed in Alcatraz to Leavenworth which was now considered the most secure prison in the United States. And there I sat in my once horse stall cell eating sandwiches and wishing I was anywhere but here.
When I awoke that first day and after my morning constitution on the toilet, I was washing up and shaving using the polished aluminum mirror in my cell and seeing a blur in the reflection along with hearing keys jangling I knew something was up. I went to my cell door and looking through the bars I could see the guards carrying out a body on a gurney, it was the loudmouth from the bus and his throat had been cut. I had become emotionally numb to prison killings but what struck me odd was how the killer or killers didn’t even wait for their victim to leave the cellblock, instead as soon as B block and the cells were unlocked on that first morning of our arrival they rushed in slicing his throat. No one was apprehended or charged for his murder and I went back to finishing shaving as the officers mopped up the blood.