Cellblock F
To be honest the food situation wasn’t as terrible as I had thought (because I’m pretty sure I’ve already lost my mind), but it was the small stuff that made for an interesting day.
The first thing everyone did when they got in (after saying hello of course) was to go into the kitchen and eat. Its what Italians do. Hearing people talk about “splitting a cookie” did however blow my mind. Yea, I’d split a cookie…into half dozen batches.
Sure when everyone is outside its great, not talking to anyone for 4 days can be trying, but when they’re inside those screendoors begin to feel an awful lot like prison bars. The worst part is of course that this is a self imposed prison sentence.
Everyone was having a grand old time though:
But we were drawing closer to dinner, where the differences would become more stark.
“Is that you that smells like fish?” asked my brother Mike.
I’d say that was a fair question.