When you go to jail you feel like everybody’s in your business but nobody cares. You get cuffed, shoved into the back of a squad car.
The police blotter broadcasts to the world what you did. You get booked,
fingerprinted, photographed, everything about you fed into “The Man’s” hungry
computer. You’re watched—by correctional officers, wardens, nurses, other
inmates; even the kitchen workers warily scope you out. Bars instead of…
Added by David Chura on June 28, 2010 at 9:38am — No Comments
Each time I read that chapter the…Continue