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“If he’s a killer wrap a sweater around your neck and wear your coat when you sleep so your neck doesn’t get sliced and your body doesn’t get stabbed.”

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The United States of America has the most people in prison out of any country in the world. Additionally about 1 out of 35 people are in some way under correctional supervision. This means you have a pretty decent chance of going to jail at some point in time. Especially if you are involved with marijuana in any way or weren’t born into a family with money. An ex-inmate who asked to be called “The Brass Bandit” agreed to allow me to take some photos of his tattoos and do an interview about how to get by and enjoy your time locked up.

How do people get drugs into prison?

Man shit. Guards selling it. Family and friends at visitation bringing shit in stuffed up their pussy’s and assholes. I’ve seen county jail guards and state prison guards get caught,fired,and charges pressed on them because greed is a mother fucker. Inmates get free people to put drugs and other shit inside of tennis balls and throw it over the fences and let it land on the prison yard. Sometimes that move works and sometimes it doesn’t. Prison administration’s aren’t stupid. They have cameras everywhere and outside perimeter patrols.

Did you have any preconceived notions before you went in?

No. I became a fuck up at the age of 12 when my parents divorced. I went to baby prison twice as a juvenile. Age 16 was the 3 month bootcamp. Age 17 1/2 was 6 months more of baby prison. When I hit the penn I randomly met up with a lot of the other mother fuckers I was locked up with as a kid.

Did you learn anything your 1st day?

Kick it with your own race.

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What is lunch time like?

I spent my lunch time getting off of work from my morning kitchen shift. Then after eating, going to the prison’s school. People are coming and going and moving around with daily routines.The cafeteria is self segregated. White tables. Black tables. Mexican tables. Indian tables. Same shit at breakfast and dinner time. It is possible to get yourself in trouble by integrating. I almost did once. I was friends with a black guy named Cane. I decided to sit with him at the black table to eat food together. The majority of the whites hadn’t entered the cafeteria yet. Cane pretty much told me he liked me and my white ass needed to eat at the white tables because he didn’t want me to get fucked up. I took his advice and went back to the white tables.

Do you have any tips for getting along with your cellmate?

If he’s a killer wrap a sweater around your neck and wear your coat when you sleep so your neck doesn’t get sliced and your body doesn’t get stabbed. If you’re a pussy then sit down on the toilet to take a piss.

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What’s the most fun thing to do in jail?

Watching sex offenders entering a general population prison yard. It’s always really funny. They look different than normal 1st timers. Their eyes are wide open and they look scared as a mother fucker because they know they are now the prey. They get beat on, punched on, extorted, raped, tortured, used and abused.

What tips do you have for people trying to survive?

Look mother fuckers in their eyes to show you’re not a pussy. Don’t do drugs. Don’t borrow anything ever. Stick with your own race.

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