One of the very first things I did when I got to federal prison in 1990 (after a year in a particularly vile county jail…are any of them not vile?), was to take a walk over to the Law Library.
The senior clerk there, whom I asked for some help in looking up issues relative to my case, had on a T-shirt emblazoned with, “Nuttin’ Comin’.” I asked him, pointing at the shirt, “Ain’t that being a wee bit negative?”
He asked me how long I been down? I answered, “I’m new. I just got here.”
He smiled and said, “You’ll learn.” I did. more…