this says it all

A concrete fish tank--eight feet by ten feet, one door - , one glass panel , beginning at two feet off the ground until the ceiling, allowing anyone passing in the corridor a complete view. Inside. a drain in the middle of the floor , to collect the piss and any other bodily fluids that might find its way to the center of the room. a no longer stainless steel toilet set into one corner of the wall with only a two foot high concrete wall for a privacy effect from the active corridor. a one quarter roll of toilet paper in the hands of an afro amcrican convict sitting on the toilet, shackels on both legs, a belly chain where one hand is still handcuffed allowing no more than ten inches of movement. the convict complaining over the noise of his bowel movement interspersed with gas that sounded like a trick fart bag, and diarrhea, complaining that there was no air , and though he was too drunk to flush , his gold teeth looking far from polished, the stench so thick it felt like a steam room of stink, his fellow homey on what was once a wooden bench that was worn with so many splinters it looked like the spiny legs of a praying mantis, yelled " the smell was making him sick," ( he had just stabbed his girlfriend in the neck with a screwdriver, so that the dried blood was under his fingernails, and some of his puss filled zits , had been scratched open on his face during the fight , looking like small custard splashes, heyelled that he thought that the lice in his hair would crawl over his face if he didn't get a chance to wash . ----the second choice , an air conditioned ,leather upholstered , radio optioned, bottled fiji water, 300 thread count sheets bean pillowed, goose down comfortered, magazined filled, foam mattress softened place to lay ,escalade with you once again complaining .. I gladly took the first choice.