Matthew Cox

And I remember looking around, and I'd been out for an hour or so, staying there, walking around and went, there's no black people here.

None.

None.

And I went—and my buddy, by the way, Zach, who's black, lived in Utah.

And so when he got out, I was like, listen, bro, you lived in you.

Where did you live?

He's and I said, because there's no black people.

He's like, I know none.

He's like, it was like me and four other guys.

And when I go to Utah, they look at me like a like a minority.

Listen, outside the Starbucks, somebody had glued like a quarter to the ground.

I watched like three or four people go and bend it over and they were like, oh, that's not right.

What's going on?

Are you working at all?

What are you doing for money?

You don't want to mix them with low security.

No, it was here in Florida, in federal prison.

What was it like for you?

It was, yeah, it wasn't, there were, there were Paisas and there were Latin Kings and there were like, there were those groups.

This was at the medium.