The real prisons in this country are the classrooms and the cubicles. The real prisons are the mausoleums we call houses, and the life sentence we are given is a job where we have to wear a tie that slowly strangles us and a woman who finds us full and leaves us empty. I will go to your prison; it is true. But there is something honest and true and noble about prison. You give up your freedom, yes. But, in exchange, you are given a roof over your head, three squares a day,