Prison Pages pg.2
I can't see how I made it there...I mean I am not frivolous, but I sure like aloe strip razors. I was shaving this morning and I was remembering the razors we had. Talk about hack job. I guess I got used to them cause I don't remember killing myself. Ok the soap is a story you will like. The bars of soap were as thin as a stick of gum and the size of one of those coupon tickets, you know the kind they use for raffles. I might still have one somewhere...nope I don't but they are small. Well we would take 7-8 pieces of soap and crush them up. Mix a little water in it and shape it into one big bar. If you want to try it...get some of those hotel soaps, crush them up alomst to powder, mix water and shape. You have a nice bar of soap that you can pick up without any trouble. And in prison you can drop the soap and feel safe, our showers were single showers.
I once thought I would never make it there...more later.
I once thought I would never make it there...more later.
4 Comments:
Lol my dad does that with those lil soaps still.
Have you ever read this blog:
http://prisonpete.blogspot.com/
He writes it from a prison, and has someone put it on a blog, some interesting, and funny things in there.
I cannot imagine your first few months there. It must have been utterly terrifying...
M~
You're a female..in a female prison. Why would you be affraid of dropping the soap?
I'm innocent.
Trust me they will get you just as easy...think about it
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