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Db,

There are subtle racial borders in a medium secuity prison, more defined in a max. I worked out, played cards, and cooked with white, black and Spanish guys (yes I know they are hispanic but in jail all latins or Spanish), but there was only one person I was close with, a white guy.

Ono,

we were allowed 55 lbs of food per month. Could get anything as long as it was cooked, vacuum sealed and didnt contain alcohol. As well as a commisary to get canned goods, chicken, pasta. We were able to cook using hot plates and had a frig to store stuff. I cooked with 2 others. My boy and I would supply the food and the one guy cooked. At times we omaha steaks sent to the prsison, def no complaints with my eating. The jail food however, was not too bad in itself.

Thing I learned on the inside was just how good I have it. I spoke and become somewhat close with others who had nothing else but prison, no family nothing. I vowed to myself I would never take anything for granted when released, even the little things like being able to order a pizza whenever i wanted (that lasted like a month). That and respect. I am always saying "scuse me" or "sorry" over the littlest things. Also, when you go to jail u=you findout who your friends are.

Nothing that crazy I saw. Saw heroine for the first time, when somebody told me, "lookout for the co's" as he quickly snorted 2 lines.

Saddest thing I saw was a guy who had been in for 20 years, every weekend he would get up early ahve get dressed and wait for a visit that would never come. Heartbreaking.