For what it’s worth, most guys who’ve been in prison have little to no interest in revisiting their time inside for obvious reasons. There’s obviously some (relatively) happy times but they’re largely outweighed by the bad, often traumatic times that many former inmates understandably downplay because they’re used to the "suck it up" attitude.
Also, talking about prison with people who’ve been in prison is one thing but talking about prison to people who have never been in prison often just results in the same tired old questions, many of which come with a very morbid but almost gleeful curiosity. That said, most people who’ve been in prison aren’t too thrilled about talking about it even with other formerly incarcerated people.
Obviously there’s some former inmates who love talking about prison but I think guys like that just want someone to listen to them more than anything. Those are also the types of guys who lie their asses off about their prison experience and were probably known inside as a bullshitter.
There’s other exceptions, like inmates who are outspoken about their experiences specifically to open peoples’ eyes about how the supposedly “correctional” system is nothing but a sick form of traumatic retribution that only increases the rate of recidivism (and likelihood of people becoming victims of crime, I’ll add). So even if a person doesn’t give a fuck about inmates, they kind of should because the crueller and inmate is treated, the more likely he is to offend or re-offend in the future.
Things like AMAs are rare because that requires verification which for a million opsec reasons is a horrible idea.
I was connecting network ports in a psychiatric ward hub room when a patient started aggressively humping the door. I paused to watch, though to myself “this is still better than talking to doctors” and went back to what I was doing.
the guys I met in intakeWhen 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.
I was working for an HVAC contractor and we did a job at a prison. We would work at night while all the residents were locked up and sleeping. We had a corrections officer escorting us the whole time. The hallways were all on the exterior of the building and lined with large windows. That allowed the guards in the towers outside to watch people moving within the building.
One night, in the wee hours of the morning, we’re walking down the hallway when a red laser dot appears on the wall next to us. All of us contractors freeze instantly. We don’t know what is happening and we DO NOT want to get shot. Our escort gets on his radio and tells the guys in the tower to stop fucking with us. The little red dot disappears and we go on with our night.
We were briefly afraid for our lives because some bored asshole prison guard couldn’t resist flagging us with the muzzle of his rifle and teasing us with the laser sight.
A friend of mine had a “boyfriend” arrested for what, I never fully believed. He asked her to visit, warning her she would have to sign all sorts of stuff and likely be patted down. He started off full speed with “if you love me, you’ll visit me several times a week” kind of crap.
They had gone on two dates 🙃
She actually thought about visiting him once before snapping back to reality and ghosting him. Fortunately, he didn’t even have her address. He might not have even been confident on her last name, she never heard from him again.
I worked with a guy who said he was one semester from finishing his degree but never finished it. I said “you should go back and finish it!” and he replied “dude, I was working on that degree in prison, I’m not going back to finish it!”