Tag Archives: friendship

Transferring

I’ve been told it’s a good time to be leaving Mississippi. “This place is going to shit,” one man said. “Take me with you,” said another. It’s the same with every new warden. They come in, hitch up their drawers, … 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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Dreaming

I awoke in the middle of the night to commotion out on the tier, a jangle of keys and voices. One officer shined a flashlight through the cell door’s window, and I heard him holler, “Hey! This one’s still moving!” … Continue reading

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