Did you hang with the brothers, in the joint?
Yes, believe it or not we had some good times. A couple years into my sentence I became a cell house porter. Had a lot of freedom, power and friends. Made some hooch and sold a lot of pot. My cellmate was Mexican. We called him taco. Poor kid was in for vehicular manslaughter. Unintentional death but tested positive for alcohol and got 15 years. A guy by the name of Diggs was probably my closest friend there and he was black. He probably saved me from a lot of hole time as he was constantly preaching the gospel to me.
I don't regret my time. It made me who I am. I am sorry for the pain I caused others on the way though. Prison and god, be he real or not, saved me from a life of pain.
People can change and incarceration can work.