The whole problem with being white trash is that I'm not really cut out for prison. I just finished reading, Bingo!, by Roger Caron about the Kingston Pen riots in '71. The events that happened there make me cringe to think about. The small cells, the lack of respect and the general isolation would make me go insane. I can't handle a small town well, let alone a small cell with a toilet in the corner and a hole to look out of. I would lash out at the Screws for telling me what to do. Those conditions plus several other factors made the inmates go crazy in '71 and do the vilest of acts to friends and foes. The book reiterated that the scariest imaginations can always be surpassed by the messiness of life.