We were handcuffed in our boxers and shower slippers, barely awake. They, however, were ready, looking for a reason to hit the button. And to be dead honest, they would've dish-ragged us in that unit that night had we'd done or said anything.
The guards conduct their master count at 10 p.m. each night, going from cell to cell with their list, calling out each person’s name in turn, and each of us responds by calling out our prison number. They verify that no [...]