You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!
The food is prepared by angry men who make their own tattoos from a combination of dirt and toothpaste.
The prime ingredient in prison food is saliva and other DNA that shall go unmentioned here.
So you can imagine my curiosity when I came across an article about prisoners making hot sauce, in jail, and then selling it to the public.
Yikes!
Prison Hot Sauce? Is that code for Butch is handsome and I have a date with him in the laundry room in 20 minutes?
Strip Clubs, drive-by’s, dime bags. It’s good to be home, Homey!
DATELINE: Mobile Alabama
Raisin Jack Whiskey. Inmates ferment scraps of fruit stolen from the commissary. The chunks of apple, raisin bits and soggy pieces of melon are placed in plastic zip loc bags. The vitamin-C mess incubates in the sunshine percolating into a swamp like goo. At night the fermentation process continues as the sealed pouch is placed in the cooling waters of the inmates toilet. The secret to Raisin Jack is to flush three times. Legend has it, the swirling, clockwise rotation helps expedite the fermentation process and bring out the true flavor of the rotting melon. The alcohol content is somewhere between gasoline and paint thinner. Some say this Alcoholic Elixir tastes like high octane ass. And who would know better than the boys of Cell Block C, right?