There really was almost no discipline, once you learned how to avoid being beaten by the guards, just by keeping an eye out for them. Obviously, once the device of the metal bracelets had been invented, everything about running a prison had gone slack, as with so much else. There was plenty of dope, and I was used to the food and the labor. And there was TV, and Biff, my cat… But that was only part of me. There was another, deeper part that said, ‘You must leave this place.’ And I knew, knew even to my terror, that I had to listen to that voice.
