I was driven by two agents to the Terminal Island Federal Prison. I had never seen anything like this outside of a movie or a television show: long rows of open cells, with guys hanging their arms out of the bars. Just the sight of it made me feel like I was dreaming, having a nightmare. But the other prisoners surprised me by being cool and friendly, offering to lend me some stuff that was sold in the commissary and the like. A lot of them were white-collar guys.