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Grits

The commissary line is always longest on Monday mornings. An empty locker makes an inmate anxious, and he will queue up at 7:30, skipping breakfast, to replenish the sodas and candies and chicharrones he scoffed over the weekend. The line … Continue reading

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M. L. K.

1 “Any idea what’s for lunch?” Rod sat at our desk flipping through a Dick Blick catalog. “I don’t know,” I said, cringing. “Well, ” he said turning a page, “seeing as it’s Nigger’s Day, they’ll probably feed us fried … Continue reading

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Bring the Hot Sauce

The trick to making friends in prison is simple: bring the hot sauce. Technically, outside condiments are not allowed in the chow hall. But this rule, like so many others, is not typically enforced. Inmates regularly sneak in all sorts … Continue reading

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