When I was growing up, we used to call guys like him "tornado bait," or "blue light specials." Mostly because they were from the wrong side of the tracks, or because they were cheap and low quality. Not to say that our newest resident is of low quality - far from it. He has a pretty face, a nice lean bod, and a great ass. He boxes competitively when he isn't in the slammer, so aside from a few unfortunate missteps, he is relatively fit and healthy. He must not box enough, however, because his anger management skills are totally out of whack.