[x] You stayed low. Didn't make a peep. The last thing your attorney told you was to sit tight and pray for a parole. So you did just that. Grabbed a bunch of books and tried to educate yourself. By the time you finished War and Peace for the second time, you thought you were on to something.
[X] You made connections. A friend here and there, and you were already the guy that knew a guy. By the end of your first year, you were probably one of the most influential people in jail, which didn't seem that good a thing in hindsight. Well, you at least had a few friends waiting you on the outside.
[X] You found the toughest-looking person around the block and kicked the shit out of him. Then, you found a tougher-looking guy and you kicked the shit out of him, too. Rinse and repeat, and before you could even realize this, you were already the guy people searching for the toughest-looking person tried to kick the shit out of.