My Older brother told me today of his experience of spending less than a year in a county prison. The things we spoke about tell a lot about who he is. When you first get in Prison, you go into lockup. That means no contact with anyone for a few days. You only come out of your cell for an hour, and that is after everyone has gone to bed.
They given out flu shots that day. One of the other guys in lockup spoke through is door, asking my Brother to help arrange for a flu shot for him. The Evening nurse came with the evening meds. My Brother would get Xanax because he was wound up too tight. He explained to the nurse about how he and the other guy weren't able to get flu shots because they are locked up all day.
After dispensing all the meds, she left the prison, prepared the shots, demanded to be let back in, and gave them the shots. My borther was able to see the guy when she gave him the shot, he was taller than my borther (which means he was very tall) and full of muscles and an African American. He gave my Brother a thumbs up - they were friends.
My Brother food was served in-cell. My Brother would save parts of his meal to pass out to others. Another way to make friends.
There are 2 kinds pf people in prison - crazy guys and murderers. The crazy guys were useless, so my brother would make friends with the murderers, to have some protection from the other murders,
When he was put in the general population, he had a cellmate. The term for that was cellie. My brothers cellie was crazy, always talking to himself and never slept.
The cells had no bars. They were enclosed in walls. There was only one slot which was used to slip food in, When you had to fart, the protocol was to fart into the hole, so it went outside.
Prisoners with good behavior could get out of their cells, but they are expected to work. They would be the one's delivering food to other cells. so if you made friends with them, you would get more food.
Once, my brother's cellie had to fart, and as he farted out the hole, the food server just walked by. The guy on the outside responded by body-slamming the door really hard and shouting - "I'M GONNA KILL YOU". At which point, the cellie had a melt down.
The cellie was talking to himself fast. Oh no, He's gonna kill me. What am I gonna do? etc.
My brother called out from the food hole - hey, my cellie is really scared. He didn't know you were there. Please don't kill him. The outside guy said: Oh, I was just mad. I'm not gonna kill him.
The cellie calmed down. My brother told the cellie that when they got out of the cell the next day that he should be sure to apologize to the outside guy.
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