Writer: Eric Santana

“Eric, let me get some of your piss,” said Flaco, holding a latex glove open as if he was asking for spare change in the…

“Young brother,” said Old Man John, trying to get my attention away from my computer screen and the furious typing I was doing. “I need…

  “Where am I going?” I asked the big-boned, manly female C.O. [Corrections Officer] as she pulled me out of the line going towards recreation.…

All this contraband went from cell to cell with fish lines. A guy may be at the other end of the gallery, but a long…