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First the little, now the big too. A tragic.
Spent a week in the tombs in 94'. Got released with my buddy who also skated, walked out the door not knowing where we were, but boom, there we were at the brooklyn banks. We had driven to the city from suburban Maryland for dirt bricks, but got knocked by the dirty 30. Those cops took everything they found for themselves so we were released. Anyways, central bookings is far from uptown and the last thing we expected to see upon release was the banks. Wonder if there are still bricks there to take.
How was the food in the tombs? Also, was it as cold as people say it is?
Cold sandwich bag lunch twice a day. Never ate the meat. Just the bread. There were times when the holding cells were so crowded everyone sat down on the floor in shifts, because there wasn't enough room for everyone to sit on the floor at once. The main holding cell where there were ports to talk to your lawyers was unbelievable. Big dude stood right behind ever person taking to the hot later and openly beat off. Came multiple times that day on the floor. No one even tried to stop him. All wife open and in front of everyone. Cops just laughed.
COs beat this dude from PR so bad. He had seen a handcuff key somehow. COs knew it. Came into the tank to search him and ask you heard was 200 people's handcuffs clicking back together. We were handcuffed for days it seemed. Anyways, they knew he had it, bear him bloody. Never found the key and finally left the tank. As soon as the turned their backs, dude sticks his tongue out of his bloody mouth and split lips to reveal the handcuff key they wanted so badly. Followed immediately by a razor blade.
I consider myself lucky it was my first time locked up. Everything after that was easy. Actually, Camden county a decade + later was worse. Mad max style worse.