Being plied with fine food always puts me in mind of the slammer, cause the food was jumpin' in there too high in fat but nice and salty. You know what the worst deprivation in there was My music. Radio belonged to my cell mate, the Blonde Hammer. He was into that jazz fusion thing at the time. I tell you what, enough Spyro Gyra and you're hoping you'll get killed in a knife fight.