The one thing about jail is you will never forget that your in jail. #Jail is meant o remind you where you are and what you did. Only in jail can you wake up in the am , watch a movie, take a nap or two and it still be 5 o"clock. This NRC cell that im in is literally "The Hole" or a soletary confinement cell. Im told some people with serious cases will be housed here for their entire stay. SHEESH. This is just a stop for most of us. Aside from the two times per week we get to go outside on the yard were locked in our cells.
As we the inmates circle this caged enclosure about 15 ft X 30 ft. I can see and hear how other inmates outside of talking about their cases or whats going on in the world, begin to talk to themselves too. Yes i talked to myself after a couple of weeks. Not cause i was going crazy, I talked to myself so i could hear my voice. A voice. The human being needs conversation i found. At this point I had been without a cellie for only a couple days and it was starting to effect me.
Yes jail can make you a little wacky, in some cases it pushes men and women to the breaking point. Sadly in jail ,at your breaking point, your usually met with no consideration or kindness. In fact you often end up in a worse situation. Small things can make you erupt over time leading to most of the violence in jails. Its the constant pressure of being controlled and operated like a farm machine by the jail staff. The lack of respect and rights for incarcerated individuals by their captors. And life
An inmate can get a bad phone call from his girl or mom and now his attitude and maneurisms have dramtically changed. Instead of that nice guy who walks around singing or doing push ups is suddenly this tyrant on a rampage. Most guys in jail get fit, they get fit because other guys are fit , As a man you know where you size up against another man in combat, and jail is a combat institution. We work out to stay ready for whatever. Be strong.
Me . One day i was delivered a box milk lot regularly with my tray. As i opened the milk carton i could smell the putrid odor of spoiled milk. This day with that dinner we received 2 almond cookies. Not grandmas but hey this jail , this was a delicacy. i couldnt eat them. Matter of fact dinner was over for me at this point. Furious i got back up in my bunk and folded the cookies away in toilet tissue for the next day. My mood instantly changed. I fell into a deep depression. This was only day 13 or 14..
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