It's Risky Brewing Prison Hooch. I Learned the Hard Way.
If there’s one thing prison does for guy like me, it’s teach—though the lessons are learned the hard way.
Early on in my bid, I got caught up in a conversation with a buddy of mine about finding a way to kill the hunger pangs we were both regularly suffering from. True, the Department of Corrections provides three meals a day, but most would probably be turned down by a starving child. Not to mention the 12-hour gap between dinner and breakfast, which is where he and I were at in this moment.
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“Yo, what you got to eat over there?” I remember him asking.
“All I got is two soups to my name, bruh.”
“Dang—and we got a lil minute before we get to go to the store.”
“Yeah, I know right,” I said. “This bi-week is kicking our ass right now.”
A bi-week is a period during which your unit doesn’t get to shop for two weeks, placing you in a situation where your
