When You Think Things Are Going Well in Prison, You’re Probably Wrong

Or, what happens when you dare to think people aren’t shit.

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For three days, I had a shred of hope. Just a shred, but it was there. Let me back up a moment. As of the beginning of November, I qualified for minimum custody, otherwise known as my “greens”. At the end of October, my name went up on the list…