- The colors are drab.
- The small cube cells are lined up in a row.
- You're told what to do every day.
- You're told what to wear.
- You're stuck doing time.
- The toilets are dirty.
But all I really know for sure is that I got my latest Social Security benefits statement in the mail last night, and I'll be doing at least three more life sentences before I'm released from Cube City -- no chance for parole.
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