However, I would add that in order to save my life from the freezing cold I would have been fully justified in destroying one or even a thousand of those mattresses, or even destroying the entirety of the prison. If one is allowed to kill in self defense, how much more should he be allowed to destroy a cheap prison mattress to save his life. Although I reiterate I did not destroy said mattress or anything else in the jailhouse.
On numerous occasions I was threatened with being sent to a mental hospital for observation. I was told if I didn't stop screaming they were going to come into the cell and stuff a towel or rag in my mouth to shut me up. I told the jailer if he did I would smash his blankety-blank head off. I also added that I hadn't eaten all day.
Here is the self-published pamphlet of chess prodigy Bobby Fischer, written in the mid-80's after being detained for two days by Pasadena authorities. After soundly defeating the Russian Boris Spassky in a 1972 match (aiding the US in the Cold War - chess is a big deal in Russia), Fischer pretty much fell off the face of the Earth for twenty years, nursing his paranoia and militant anti-Semitism. This is a document of the former.
You can see the same sensitivity to light and sound which made Fischer a diva of the chess world, repeatedly storming out of matches over harsh lighting; here, street noise is considered to be "at a Decibel level so loud as to cause permanent hearing damage." Fischer's hyperbole is laughable but more sad. A true genius destroyed by mental illness. It seems there are few biographies of the man, which surprises me, because he is fascinating.