It's something called "dip". A "dip" is any food you can make in your room with super hot water from the water fountain, and ingredients you can buy at the commissary. The typical dip looks something like this:
You've posted about being in prison, and you expect to be able to just dodge the question of why you were there?
Correction, sir. I was asked (told?) to post a story about being in prison -- as some sort of test or something. I get to choose what questions I answer, or don't.
I'm half certain as well. There has been much said in 10,000 posts.
LKJ, I have no problem telling prison stories. I will answer questions with which I'm comfortable. But I won't answer all the what, when, and where's. Some things are interesting, comfortable, and even funny. Other things are not so much. Do you understand?
Steve, I have been told that responding to every post, and always trying to get "the last word", is not cool. So I'm going to focus on those posts that may have some general interest or redeeming value. At the same time, I will focus on not responding to posters who are simply interested in their own mental masturbation -- and jerking my chain.
I just assumed it was for meth like all the other hillbillies.
Hillbillies make meth by crushing up a couple bottles of sudafed, throwing it in some ammonia, and dropping in a few lithium batteries. Organic chemistry is a bit more precise.
But no, it wasn't meth. You could buy thatshit across the street. My chemical interests were more complex. It's tough to find Boron Tribromide at your local drug store.
