You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.
Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.
Hope-that unshakable golden belief that things can get better- is why I'm here talking to you now. Without it, we are nothing.
