When I was in the intake prison I was around a lot of people going down for multiple decades. People who were going to max.

Ate lunch across from a guy who had murdered his gf while paranoid on meth. He burned their house down trying to cover up the crime.

One of my cellies was in for stealing atms and shooting at the cops during his arrest.

My other cellie for sex trafficking. Would pick women up at the bar and take them for a motorcycle ride. Then sell the women to a biker gang. He said he knew it was wrong and that he deserved the decades he had, but would do it all again.

There’s really no best stories though. It was all pretty shitty and depressing.

Once I got to medium it was pretty smooth. Read a lot. Wrote a lot. Meditated a lot. Tried to avoid mindless self indulgence so I wouldn’t be fucked when I got out.

And it was still very difficult to reinitgrate with all my family living out of state.