"I was in a chain gang in prison. Yeah, that happened. So, when you get in trouble in this prison, they bump you down into a class 4. Class 1 means you're not getting any tickets, you're not getting any write-ups and you're good. Class 2 is when you're brand new and if you get in trouble and you're bumped all the way to class 4 you have to work your way up (but that's a whole another story). But I was put on a chain gang without a chain and basically, for hours and hours a day, I was outside, in the blistering Arkansas heat, I couldn't get water breaks, couldn't really take bathroom breaks, but I did get an extra glass of water in the chow hall and my hands were all cut up and bleeding and I had to have a gardening hoe, you know, like a tool hoe. So call it field squad of chain gang whatever you wanna call it, and you have to hit the grass over and over again with the back of your boot, to the middle of your boot over and over. And they play "Break the Yankee" which means they are really f@#cking hard on me because I'm from New York. And my hands are all cut up and bleeding and I'm like, "this is illegal!", cause in New York they don't do s@#t like that, this is crazy. I was miserable and I absolutely hated it."