My past was jamming me with those people, you see. I had to put in the years, had to learn how to rechannel myself and be able to meditate in a room full of violent men. No easy task. It was sheer hell just to go to the hole. You could wake up in the middle of the night and have to take a leak. What a sight in the urinals. Prisons sucking guards. Guards going down on prisoners. One man taking another’s ass. Hell, man, you got to get your head in order.
At the next table, Hunter Thompson leaned over to John Vinocur and said, “Bad Genet.”

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