I don’t have the luxury of feeling depressed–or, to be exact, act depressed. Ive seen guys get beat up for not showering.
I gotta make my bed, sweep my area, keep my shit tight, or else…My breath stinks? there’s 50 people in the vicinity who’ll be glad to let me know.
In that way, prison is the most extreme “rehab.’ It’s tough to feel miserable for yourself when youre taking care of yourself.
Im trying to think of a pithy, inspirational way to phrase this, like: “Live like you share a bunk bed with a murderer.” Or: “Live like 7 felons can watch you sleep.” Okay, maybe those aren’t the greatest motivational sayings, certainly no “carpe diem.”
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