That place doesn’t exist. No golf. No tennis. No lobster. No nice meals — unless you consider the bologna soup we had a couple of weeks ago a nice meal. I live in an open-air cinderblock building. Sleep in a triple-decker bunk bed. There are six toilets. Seven showers for 78 men.
Weiss will be 73 when he begins his sentence, by the way. Let’s hope he gets the bottom bunk.