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Shit
You got hotdogs and sandwiches and shit?
When I went into a jail I played cards all night the first night because I was lucky enough to come in on poker tournament night. We got hot dogs once a week for lunch. It was a big deal. Usually by that time I had won enough poker games and/or done enough trading to have three or four. I usually had several breakfasts instead of one of the "PB&J" sandwiches for breakfast I'd have three or four and extra bowls of cereal. But where I was if you don't know how to play poker, how to make good trades, forget it.
The first week I got so robbed on trades. Hell it was disasterous. Shit. All in all after about a week I got the best "bunk" close to the tv so I could go up there and read my paper and watch the TV all day and then come down for meals and poker games. It was a POD so there were 20-35 of us in there all in one room all of the time.
It is the worst thing ever that can happen - being caged up like an animal. I had my paper, card games, tv to watch, a phone and hot water that never ran out. When everyone was asleep I'd take a two or three hour hot shower. Would never want to go back but I made the best of it.
You got TWO HOT DOGS and a SANDWICH and CEREAL your first day in? What it was, a country club?
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