There was one time I was caught by the fuzz. I was still on a buzz at the time. I ended up in the back of the van with my head in my hands. It was just like a bad dream, I was only fifteen. I remember thinking 'If only my brother could be here now. He'd get me out, he'd sort me out alright.'
I knew I should have stayed at home that night
I was surprised this wasn't Moz for a change.
I was surprised that we never had an issue finding another inmate who would eagerly volunteer to clean it up in exchange for a bagged lunch.
Most people in a cell all day will do damn near anything just to get out of the cell.
When I worked at a convenience store for a while on night shift, my co-worker was nearly always a convict out on work release. They'd work night shifts, double shifts, any kind of shifts that didn't involve being in jail. The manager loved them.
So did I. They'd do all the actual work.