Member-only story
Goodbye Jeffrey (Epstein)
The last day with my best prison buddy
If you’ve never been to prison, let me give you a hint. It’s a really strange place for a “civilized” inmate. Especially when you miss the train to Camp Cupcake and end up in a shithole like MCC federal prison — surrounded by a division of drug and gun slingers.
Generally tax fraudsters like me get locked up with other white collar criminals. But because I suffered a pending state charge (in addition to the federal one) and would have to make appearances in State court — and was a local with a “short” sentence (a year and a day), the Federal Bureau of Prisons parked me 300 yards from that New York State court — at the aforementioned MCC.
I tell y’all this because finding friends with whom to relate on any intellectual or spiritual level was probably the worst part of prison.
And while Paul Manafort (my 5th celly) wasn’t exactly my style, and Jeffrey Epstein was addicted to having sex with teenagers, they at least had some gray matter between their ears.
A breath of fresh air is all relative when you’re incarcerated in a prison with no “yard” — literally and figuratively.
