Going to prison was the scariest thing that ever happened to me. I thought I was ready. I was wrong. The first day my morbidly obese cellmate taunted and tormented me. He was staring at me while m*********** and giggling. He seemed slightly mentally ill. I was ready to fight! He had this mischievous twinkle in his eye that made me angry. He approached me while giggling and snickering. I said ” don’t you touch me!” Soon I swung my fist at him but he grabbed me. Once he got a hold of me, it was all over. He promptly pulled down my pants and shoved his disease-ridden p**** into my r*****. Eventually I was transferred to another cell by myself. Prison s****
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‘I thought I was ready.’ meaning that you intentionally wanted to be incarcerated, or you knew at some point in your life you’d end up going there predicated from a lot of dumb decisions?
Nice. That’s what I would think too.
If you can’t do the time, don’t be a fucking idiot. Stop. Think. Consequences? Do I want to be locked in a cell with a fat ugly gay guy for an indefinite number of days weeks, months, years? Is it really worth it?
Don’t do crime.