than tea, but it was drinkable. There
were older, hard-time prisoners
close to parole, and their detail was
to come and clean the cells and
circulate books and magazines for
you to read. It was quite relaxing.
There was one point when I
remember eating a meal and saying
to myself, This isn’t so bad. I hang
around with a bunch of dudes.
There’s no chores. No bills to pay.
No one constantly nagging me and
telling me what to do. Peanut
butter sandwiches? Shit, I eat
peanut butter sandwiches all the
time. This is pretty sweet. I could
do this. I was so afraid of the ass-