*69: Another Month, Another Michael Alig In Prison Story

You may remember Radar's recent visit to club kid killer Michael Alig; now, it seems New York magazine wants a little behind the bars face time with nightlife's deposed court jester. While perusing the article, this salient quote jumped out at us:

Alig is desperate to be loved—by the skinhead, by his therapist (“Michael,” the shrink has to tell him, “you are not allowed to touch the therapist”), by me, by everyone. And this is why he is reluctant to tell me about what is perhaps the worst punishment for his crime: a pinched nerve in his back that has gone untreated by prison doctors for the past seven years and caused numbness from his groin area all the way down to his right foot. One of the results of the loss of feeling is that he has lost muscle reflexes in his bladder and sphincter. He is incontinent. His mother is constantly sending him new underwear, and he regularly has to wash his soiled sheets in the toilet in his cell. The condition is called Cauda Equina Syndrome, and, if left untreated, it can result in a permanent loss of sensation. But the thing he’s really worried about is, who will love an incontinent man in his forties? “When I ever get out of here,” he says, “I will never find a boyfriend.”

Right, it's the "Oops I Crapped My Pants" factor, not the whole butchered someone -boxed their corpse - and sent it floating down the river thing that's the dealbreaker.

Party Boy in a Cage [NY magazine]


Michael Alig ;New York Magazine ;Prison