Chapter VIIICentral Mississippi Correctional Facility
Pearl, Mississippi
December 24, 2011
“Is that w**d you're smoking? I haven't smelled that stuff in years,” Clarice asked her cubicle mate, Patty, who sat on the bottom bunk amid a cloud of reefer smoke.
“Yep,” she replied, a puff wheezing out from the huge hit she held in.
“I thought you were going to church. For the big Christmas deal.”
“I am,” she shrugged. “I like to catch a good buzz before I pray. Gets me closer to Jesus.”
Clarice laughed, watching Patty's face change colors from no oxygen. Unable to hold it in any longer, she gave a loud expulsion that curiously emitted little smoke, most of it apparently absorbed in her bloodstream by cavernous lungs. She stood up, smiling, eyes squinted nearly closed in pleasure, steel be
