Work and Prison are the same thing.

I was in a prison, which was associated with Whole Foods. Mostly prisoners worked at the Whole Foods, though everyone once in a while people who weren't could get hired there. I remembered walking up the ramp out of the parking lot and back to my apartment. I still lived there, but all my free time had to be spent at this prison, whole foods, school. I thought about why I was in prison- it had been because I had known someone who killed someone. I wanted them to re-open my case to show how injust the situation was.

I was standing in a basement with a lot of people, including the cop. I was explaining to him my situation, how a police officer must have sent mt to jail unjustly and I was trying to get my case re-opened. He told me police officers are always right. I told him that sometimes, they're corrupted and send people to jail for possessing different drugs. Like a cop will arrest people for dealing cocaine but they only deal marijuana, which has different consequences. He sarcastically said good luck.

I was training a girl who had just been entered into the prison. She had blonde greasy hair, dark circles under her eyelids, she was a drug addict. Not that anyone belonged there, but I knew that I didn't.