Here I am, sitting on my bunk bed, a 6 and a half foot spray painted grey metal upper and lower bunk bed, I have the lower bunk. I'm here in the Brooklyn Detention center, it's Thanksgiving and I'm totally surrounded by horrible people, I'm listening to Johnny Cash's daughter Roseann. Her father gave her a list of 100 country songs she needs to listen to.
I have a radio, the radios are sold in the commisary. It's a little Sony FM/AM walkman, it's how inmates in the Federal prison system also listen to TV - through the radios. It's much better than trying to hear the TV through all the awful noise.
We just had Thanksgiving dinner. We had sliced turkey with stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. The sweet potatoes were fucking cold, so was the vegetables.
We also had pumpkin pie and ice cream.
I used to think that the Federal prison system was for white collar criminals. I would say that over 70 % of inmates are here for drugs, most crack (AKA freebased cocaine).
Oh, cool, "Crucial Chaos" is on WNYU.org's Punk Rock Hour. But back to the drug dealers. I'm surrounded by the worst stupid crack dealers that have never been out of their fucking neighborhoods (until now) , sideways-hat wearing fuck heads, so damn stupid and the worst part is they don't even know it! There are these two dudes talking about not using the microwave for fear of getting radiation poisoning. So I told them that by the age of 50 they will die from stomach cancer. I had a good laugh over that one, at least.
