Oh man! I bet you he will never ever miss those classes again. While trying not to inject levity into a horrible, horrible crime that was my first thought as well.
But then after I processed the story I got genuinely sick to my stomach.
I don't know; perhaps there is something wrong with me but I never get upset about these types of stories. My brother was a former prison guard, and he would sometimes give me tours. I tell you, the people he guarded were really the bottom of the barrel. His life was threatened constantly. He was kicked, punched, bitten, and had s**t thrown at him by these punks, many infected with AIDS. They can eat each other as far as I am concerned (snicker).
Message: don't drink and drive.