Plain and simple, no need to be dramatic, it just was. If the inmates weren’t attempting to pull some stunt on the guards, the guards were causing shit for the inmates. Sleeping with eyes wide open was a rule, if you could sleep, because the noise at night turned up to a whole new level of things no one wanted to hear. The food was absolute crap, cold and bland on a good day, and sludge every other fucking day. Smoking inside the prison wasn’t permitted and occasionally a guard would turn cheek if a few smokes turned up outside in the yard, because smoking wasn’t supposed to be allowed there, either. The African-Americans tended to stick together, much like the Asians did, and the Skinheads were a whole other group Anton avoided like the plague. It was like the Russian roulette version of high school, only a hell of a lot more dangerous. These cliques of people weren’t there for the popularity, and they didn’t have their tattoos because they thought it was cool.
