We get 3 pants, 3 shirts 3 white boxer shorts (which June complained about as being to revealing - he is one of those who showered in his boxers most of the time - what that says about him we shall see later on.) We also recieved 3 very thin nylon white tees, 3 pairs of socks and a pair of ill-fitting boots (black).
At first the state recieves its visitors (long or short term) in one of two "Reception" centers. There you are evaluated and wait for a bed to be available in another prison. Where you end up depends upon your state of mental health and how nicely you play with the other boys. State facilities range in degree of security; from camps without fences to "mediums" with a very high fence covered in cow cutting wire. (Although I heard more than one story wherein prisoners tried to go where no cow dared go.) The most secure would be the infamous "max".
A max is surrounded by a very high very thick concrete wall topped with a peculiar bird that talked as if his mouth were full of marbles and built nests and filled them with machine guns. This is where you go if you can't play "nicely" with others, or if you have commited some legal "degree" of murder.
Well - back to green. Later on, when you are sent to your final camp, medium, max; you may collect and wear other clothing but there are strict rules. They are given to you on a piece of paper which is illegible. So you learn by breaking the rules and going to the box!
One of the rules, by the way, is
"No physical contact". That means not even a handshake, but most of the correction officers ignore that part. However, if the hanshake should turn into a kiss, you go to the box. A friend of mine hugged and kissed his "lover' (Actually, not a lover, my friend is a player and plays the game so well, so convincingly that he will do whatever it takes to get whatever he wants. If it means being homosexual for awhile so be it. Of course this makes him bisexual but don't tell him that unlesss he is in a real good mood. June is a very messed up kid. And he gets angry and throws a tantrum at the drop of a hat.
This story is about Prison, myself and my experiences and observations, it is about the races, and my revelations on race and our racism, (by our I mean the kind of racism unique to the United States - necessary to the United States; and it is about June;whom I observed and whom led me to believe we were friends. We are out of prison and it still goes on, unfortunately I have become fond of a brilliant, resourceful, clever and devious sociopath. But more will come - please ask me questions - I will tell no lies. Unlike June.
