Porridge Forever

Last night I was sent to prison in a male urinal with around 10 other men. It was about the size of my kitchen and all done from floor to ceiling (both included) in white tiles. No windows. It felt and smelled horrid. Where could I lie down? Claustrophobia. I wanted out before the first two minutes were served. "Forgotten something outside," I said. No excuses. Here I was to stay.

Someplace, that will be actually happening.