The J. Peterman catalog actually sells the shirt on the right:
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It's called the Subversive Striped Shirt (No. 2717
). You've awoken to the first bleat of roll call. Your punk-ass cellie didn't wake you with a stab from the end of his shiv, carved from the husk of a shit-stained toothbrush, as is his habit. You already know you're getting a violation write-up for this, and it's your third, and the next time you lay your head down to sleep it will be against the maggot-encrusted wall of The Hole. But it's all good, yo -- you're still everybody's bitch because you're wearing our burlap-soft Subversive Striped Shirt.
I know that the uniform in prison is bright-orange jumpsuits these
days, rather than the classic stripes/ball-and-chain combo you see on
Halloween, but guess what: I
wouldn't recommend wearing an orange jumpsuit, either.
Prison-break stripes are all the rage right now, which means I've been sneaking a lot of photos lately.
Big ups to the double Clothes Whores Pet Peeve offender in Exhibit B for his sockless, loafer-clad feet.