Jail || Kitchen

Smells like Starbucks

I started in the jail kitchens washing dishes, like everyone else. The night shift C.O. would open my cell door at 5am and I’d have a grand total of 30 seconds to follow him out the pod door with the other dishwashers. Enough time to pull on the white kitchen scrubs. Not enough time to take a piss.

Ricky Tottley would stumble out of the cell next to mine…