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Originally Posted by Huggles
How the fuck is jail OK??!?!?!?!
Or do I want to know?!?!
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Well it was like a vacation from responsibility. Everything was decided for me - When I ate, what I ate, what time I went to bed, what time I got up. I had no rent to pay, no bills to pay and nothing whatsoever that I had to do. I didn't even need to decide what to wear each day, as I has prison uniform...
No pressure, no stress, no responsibility... Complete relaxation...
No one knew their deportation date - All you knew was that if it was your turn, you would be woken up in your cell by a guard at 4.am and taken to processing... So people just 'Disappeared'...
A mate that you had breakfast next to each morning would just not be there anymore, or it may be the guy who would lend you his magazines that was gone... The entire thing was utterly surreal... Kinda like a reality show where the audience votes off a contestant each night...
Best part though WAS the toilets... They were communal with no stalls or doors. Toilet paper was outside at the entrance, so you could see who was planning a nice big poo because they grabbed toilet paper to take in with them...
Naturally this meant that if you wanted to watch them have a poo, you could just sit on the toilet across from them, and enjoy an uninterrupted view! That was the very bestest part of all...
