prison



i wonder what it was like to be in prison like 100 years ago... or two hundred years ago... i wonder what sort of dudes you would be hanging out with... like i see no gangstas amongst this lot... but i'm sure they are pretty badass... like the guy third from the left here, at the top... he looks like one badass old dude... the uniforms are great... like with bow ties and shit... and vests... surely though those chains could be used as weapons... i wonder when they made it so you couldn't wear you pocket watch in prison anymore... but then why the fuck would you need one... that would just make it harder... especially if it had a really loud tick... that would be the way to drive a prisoner insane actually... like if you had a really loud grandfather clock in each cell... ticking really loudly and cuckooing once every hour... what a reminder... especially if you were doing life... every tick of the clock would be a another nail in your coffin...

fuck that for a joke...

when i was checking how to spell cuckooing (yes, i do check my spelling, even with all the dot dot dots i still care about spelling things right most of the time) i found out that cuckooing means a crime where a drug dealer befriends a weak, old or otherwise vulnerable person, then takes over their home and uses it as a crack house...

you could go to prison for that...