Doing time in Arthur Kill Correctional Facility, Staten Island
Half a year into his sentence, and Jim Hermann had learned the ropes. Never let 'em see you flinch. Never let 'em hear you whimper. He'd gotten good at hiding, too. Hiding was better than fighting when you were under 6 feet and had been sentenced to this medium-security prison for a couple dozen counts of identity theft. Let the big tough guys swagger around chewing on the fresh meat. He'd just bide his time until his time was up.
Hiding really came in handy when it was mail day and he got Sky Bars in his care package. He just had to be very, very quiet so that no one would hear the wrappers crinkle. His nostrils flared and his mouth watered as he caught the first sight of that creamy chocolate-covered slab....
Hiding really came in handy when it was mail day and he got Sky Bars in his care package. He just had to be very, very quiet so that no one would hear the wrappers crinkle. His nostrils flared and his mouth watered as he caught the first sight of that creamy chocolate-covered slab....