.... I had to eat potatoes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was all I could afford. Potatoes and tap water. Sounds like a bad prison flic.

were there extended slomo scenes of lines of big bushed naked women getting hosed off in cement floored rooms with cinderblock walls? did you craft a shank by sharpening your toothbrush? was there a frenchman's voice that percolated through a vent to tell you seamans' shanties and mourn the great blue sky?

LOL! Nah. I never had to deal with the whole delousing process or any other barbaric means of extreme hygenic correctiveness (sp?). But my own personal potato hell was bad enough.