Prison-break stripes: Clothes Whores Pet Peeve No. 4

The J. Peterman catalog actually sells the shirt on the right:

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.