Tomorrow We Eat SanGwiches

I spent yesterday afternoon in the Monmouth County Correctional Institution, MCCI for those in the struggle.  I was there to visit a friend who was stupid enough to drive with a suspended license. For my sexy readers out there trying to figure out who it is, I will give you one clue.  It is not Tom.

Now that we got that out of the way, I am hear to tell you that Jail sucks. It sucks to go to Jail, it sucks to visit jail, it even sucks to drive by jail.  My friend is locked up for ten days and I saw him on day 8 of ten and he looked horrible, he hasn't eaten a full meal in ten days cause the food is terrible.  He told me he had a plum that day and it was the first time he had eaten.  He has lost about 10 pounds.  He only showered that morning, which must have been a shitload of fun for his bunkmate who was in jail for assault of a police officer, nice. 

So I get there at 1:30 in the afternoon for visiting hours which start at 1:45,  I really don't have anything to talk to him about so I start to think of jokes hopefully to brighten his mood. I realize that prison jokes are not funny to people who are actually in prison after I ask him if he's someone's "bitch" or has he fashioned his own shiv yet.  I wish I had my cell phone camera to capture the look on his face, but unfortunately for some reason you are not allowed to bring them into the prison. I am definitely a fish out of water here and I rely on the more seasoned veterans of the prison visitation comittee to guide me through and give me advice. 

Here's what I found out: 2 girls were turned away because they both were there to see a prisoner, both claiming to be his girlfriend, he refused to see them both.  That spilled out to a catfight in the parking lot because they obviously didn't know about each other.  I saw alot of women there: some were pregnant, (great choice of baby daddy), some had kids. Some were mothers visting their sons, They were black and white.  They were enthusiastic to see there loved ones, waving and jumping up and down as soon as they saw them walking into the visting area.  It pained them to be separated by the glass and as soon as they walked out, sadness returned.

Now you might be wondering how I noticed all this if I was there visiting my friend, who again I repeat is not Tom. Well I really wasn't listening to what he had to say cause I couldn't hear him through the hole in glass, so I just nodded and said uh huh alot.  Besides he'll be out tomorrow, schmuck should have never been in there in the first place.