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4-Chicago | Surviving In Cook County |
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This was my first time ever being locked up, apart from the police cell on arrival in Chicago.
The sense of despair that I felt was overwhelming.Although I had dealt with family bereavement previously I had never felt this emotion before and it was, in many ways, far worse.Your freedom to do what you want, when you want to is took away from you.Its disbelief, desperation, confusion and a sense of total utter despondency....
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What the fuck do you do when you are in a situation like that ? Well once I got over the initial onslaught of despair I decided fuck it, I'm here, there's nothing that I can do about it, and I'm just going to have to try to make the best of a disastrous situation.
The trading of food for cigarettes proved to be of great help to me.I would spend morning, noon and night pondering over where I would get my next cigarette from, and what I would trade it for.Cookies were always very popular hence I would stash a few under my bed, whereas oranges, for some reason, seem to be always over-supplied in the American Prison System, no matter what state correctional facility your in, and are not worth a damn fuck to you.
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