—
The guards had given me a mat and
a scratchy blanket. I rolled them out
on the concrete floor and tried to
get comfortable. Every bad prison
movie I’d ever seen was racing
through my head. I was thinking,
I’m gonna get raped. I’m gonna get
raped. I’m gonna get raped. But of
course I didn’t get raped, because
this wasn’t prison. It was jail, and
there’s a big difference, as I would
soon come to understand.
I woke up the next morning
with that fleeting sensation where
you think something has all been a