Brings back an unpleasant memory for me = some point Summer of 1979 I had just arrived a few weeks into a 10-year stretch to Monroe State Prison of Washington (a very old stone wall slam) and walking the Big Yard I got to witness my first real killing. It was called a stomping. 4-5 beefy men literally stomping on a bubba right in front of me and the killing was stomping on his neck. Killed him dead. When they were quite happy the men left and one of them stopped and looked right at me and said stern and clear "snitches get killed" and he just walked away pretty as ya please. I walked on. Have no fuck idea what the guy did to get killed but I was promised "you do NOT want to get involved" and my education and lessons of what real prison life is like began. We had several very notorious in the prison back in that day and I quite realized at 19 years old this was not high school.