One foot on a plastic chair they let us bring in from the common area. One step onto the minidesk…and then roll into the bunk.

I took the upper with all 6 of my cellies. I liked it up in that rarified air. Prison officials weren’t happy. They wanted the old guys on the bottom bunk. We were even issued bottom bunk rights. Manfort had a piece of paper that entitled him to a bottom bunk.

When they came to my cell looking to put him in with me, the first question was “you got a bottom bunk, right?” Which was ridiculous. I was lying on the top bunk reading “Anna Karenina” when they entered. (By the way…my previous celly had been released. That’s how I had my own cell for 3 days and then got Manafort as my partner.)