The Boys from Biloxi

by John Grisham

hundred years ago the Gulf Coast became known as “the poor man’s Riviera.”

They’re gonna put you in a cell by yourself, no phones, no contact with anyone.” “Don’t I get a phone call?” “That’s for drunks and wife-beaters. You get nothing, Taylor, until we say so.” “The food sucks.” “Get used to it. In Mississippi, they keep you on death row in solitary for ten years before they gas you. Twice a day they give you the same meal, sawdust mixed with rat shit.”