Burgers. Steak. Merlot. Cigarettes.
These are just a few of the things that people craved while they were in prison, and made sure to devour at the first opportunity.
People who identified as ex-convicts shared their stories of how they spent their first days out, and they're quite moving...and will make you want a burger.
After a three year stint, I caught a random kick out. Due to the high volume of people coming in, they have an early parole act. After winning the prison lottery, my possible ten years turned to three! The strange thing is, your just sitting around one day when your name gets called for mail. The excitement that arose with every word I read can never be explained. It informed me to call and schedule a ride to be there for me the next day. This may be a strange statement, and may be hard to understand, but, after three years of routine 'non-freedom', one night isn't time enough to adjust.
My mother showed up to pick me up. She brought a pair of my old clothes. Oh the feeling of sliding your foot in to a good pair of shoes! Jeans with pockets. Strange happiness for the small things. All too much to handle.