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We also became regulars at the county jail; the supervisors there just loved it when we agreed to do some random cell searches.
Every time I booked somebody into the jail I’d bring Kilo up to the booking area with me; the staff there enjoyed seeing Kilo and
petting him. It gave them an interesting diversion from dealing with prisoners.
(Kilo’s next hander continued that practice of bringing him into the jail intake area. One day they were in the intake/booking
area as a prisoner was ranting and swearing at everybody. “Fuck you!” he yelled at a corrections officer. “And fuck you!” he yelled
at another one. Just then, Kilo trotted in, surprising the prisoner who yelled out “And fuck you too, you dog!”, to the great
amusement of everybody present.)
Sometimes we’d also search the laundry room areas, which some of the more trusted prisoners had access to during certain
hours. We never found any contraband, but we definitely had a high deterrent value.
Here’s the jail warden in his office, unsuccessfully pretending to have a serious conversation with Kilo:
