To paraphrase Rick Sanchez, you’re amazed at what you miss and crave in prison. Not talking about the obvious ones (real women), either.
For him it was light beer. For me it’s the following: strawberry milkshakes, Dinty Moores (and Reubens generally), greasy pizza, Two Hearted ales, whiskey sours, xvideos, wearing the color black, Lifesaver gummies, sitting in the shade of a tree, HBO, a walk thru the woods, two story houses, not being around criminals, conversations on coke ane vodka, riding in a car in the summer with windows down, the smell of bonfires, a night out with friends, a second date, dollar bills.
Easy Trouble 