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(4/23/12) Have you ever had a chivalrous young
inmate in a crisp waiter's uniform slip you a lavender-blue note, along
with your fruit plate, as you dined with the prison's top "brass"?
Rikers Island's House of Detention for Men was always a hotbed of intrigue, especially since my job
there was essentially to spy on the administration and advocate for
prisoners, but this mysterious missive suggested that a new adventure
was about to fall into my lap.
